My phantom heart wants you to know

That it stopped beating years ago

No pulsating rhythm

No vibrating anthem

Its chambers now echo

With sighs and cries

And howls and screams

What beat does the heart keep

When the cymbals crash

It throbs instead

It quivers instead

My phantom heart wants you to know

That it lost its rhythm years ago

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Artwork by Mohammad Fayaz


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Drifting in and out of the corridors of the old Lorraine Motel

I saw myself standing on the balcony

Where Dr King drew his last breath

Looking in the distance

Searching for what hates us

For what fears our light so much

It resolves to extinguish us

Before we set it all on fire

The motel is no longer but its facade still remains

Its memory preserved

With a museum that rises to tell the stories

Of tired and broken beautiful bodies of color

And a miraculous spirit that refuses to surrender

I saw myself when I recognized

That ships from Africa carried Muslims…

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