“babygirl with the tight braids,
we both know the truth, the reason why you cry when you pray.
lost in the cosmic wonder of eternity,
how does it feel to be brought before the almighty? how does it feel to be on the center stage,
with the audience neither clapping nor booing?
a stillness… an awareness.
i want to stretch my lips back from my teeth and scream. i want something to happen. i want to hear a voice.
i want answers written on the scars on my wrist.
why does weeping sound louder in the dark?
curled up on the carpet, my face to the sheets,
i won’t stop praying, dreaming, pleading…
i know you’re not a djinn but it would have been nice to have one wish…”