PHILL’S POETRY
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Should I grieve now?
I imagine my life without you, a place, somewhere in time where we do not cross each other’s mind. Two worlds now, so far a part living separately, a different turnout will I still be thinking about you? will someone else replace your fondness? I wonder, will all these moments we share, the intimacy of… Read more
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Free Freedom
I wrote this poem while reflecting on the fragile state of our sovereignty and democracy, not just as a nation, but as a continent. The idea that there was a time when we were not free, when we had to fight for our independence, feels profoundly absurd. And to imagine that we now celebrate Independence… Read more
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Blank Page
We used to say, “Here’s my blank page, my paragraph shall start with yours.” A blank page implied the need to be filled with something; magic words,rituals, dreams, hopes, a simple “hello” to a familiar face,or prayers whispered to resurrect the dead. Sometimes the page was always filled in, with cuddles, kissesplanted on the creases… Read more
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(𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐨𝐫, 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞?)
What set Seth as an incredible poet was perhaps his honesty, and his ability to create a mountain from mud. To him, it’s in the barely noticeable things from which we draw strength and meaning. Whenever he got on stage, he would share how he conceived his poems. He occasionally did Rap, not that he… Read more
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Sad Woman
Woke up a sad woman, My disgust I never hid behind mascara, He stands beside the wall mirror, “Come on honey, hide your bruises, Cover your face, conceal your tears”, I hesitate, “Don’t you want to look good?” He wields a whip, Lashes it on my hip, Bending me to his will. Woke up a… Read more
