Winter Comes

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Near our house, a ten-year-old boy sells maize
His face is innocent and kind
His eyes are sinless and curious
He is smart and spry

For TOLO TV

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Tolo is the sound of freedom
The sound of peace
The sound of our nation
The Taliban can’t silence us

A Hate Letter to the Taliban

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Can you think of nothing to do besides egging on atrocities?
Your generation is as unproductive as a fruitless tree.

Perfect Day

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When girls and boys walk to school together
Participate in world competitions
Play in parks without fear

I Write

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I write to you from my heart
Life is like an old lyric
I write modern poems

Crossing the Border

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My fragile talent blocks my way
in being a good lover
but makes me “a good poet,” they say

Let Freedom Visit You

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I count my breath
eat more than a successful woman.
What does success mean?
What if I’m only meant for a boring man?

The Station at 7 a.m.

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There was a tree; a bird sitting in its shadow
I played with my ring
Twisting it left then right around
My engagement finger, waiting there

We Could Change

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I repeat to myself
no, no, no…
This is not a well of darkness;
it is a colorful garden
with different trees
various fruits
and I have unique responsibilities

Grab the Pen and Write

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Write about the men who wear a suit
and the face of a devil.