God Gave Me Royalty To Be At Ease Yet It's The Thing I Hate The Most About Me. He Gave Me Good Things
God gave me royalty to be at ease yet it's the thing I hate the most about me. He gave me good things to be grateful for but I hate them all. This is because there is something rotting within me. It was all assigned to the wrong person. I cannot be normal. "I feel scared Yusuf. I'm scared of you. Whenever you kiss my feet I remember how I was treated in the palace. You dont treat me like the servants used to. Why don't you treat me like the servants used to? Why don't you treat me like a slave? I am carrying every bad thing that has ever happened to me on my back like a sack of stones over my shoulder wherever I go. It digs into my neck and causes a rash that burns. Initially, I thought maybe I felt special. After all, I am a princess. I thought that's what separates me from the crowd. But when people flash a smile I feel offended. I hate it, Yusuf. I hate when people smile and compliment me. I hate anything lavish. I desperately need gold that is fake. I need to be clad in simple cotton kurtas. I hate the colour red. This is what I try to explain to you everyday! In the bazaar, you pitied me for the common stones on the rings occupying my fingers. I explained it to you then. After it all, you say I do not deserve the frail mattresses. What is that you mean? Are you trying to take revenge on me?! Though our hatred for my father is mutual, after all I am his daughter. How am I supposed to believe you do not wish to sabotage me when you threaten to put me in the same position I barely crawled out of? Do you even know? I hate the purple silk sheets and the grandiose bed chamber. When I lie on my back, I still do not get adequate rest because the light of the moon is caught by the very real diamonds stuck to the top edges of the chamber. It glints and reflects onto my eyes. It is blinding. I hate them, too. The royal stones remind me of the rotten marrow swimming in my bones. I hate when I look into the mirror and I look pretty."
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“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”
— Tunisian Proverb
Nature within her Palms
"This one's for the leaves." She says, while squeezing out a warm orange on her thumb.
As she's scraping the dry colour off and onto the canvas, I notice her reach for the trembling, paper thin tube- The lukewarm Green. This paint- no, nature on her hands: it's blooming.
"Weird way to paint, no?" she chuckles.
This barren colour grow's ever so full of life on her tan hands, it could call it home.
She's speaking but god, how I can only stare.
I hope someday, I can, too.
-hana💋
"He wraps my fingers around the knife.
he's so close.
The only barrier between us is this pointed silver weapon.
He whispers softly, inches away from my lips— "Kill or kiss."
He moves even more forward, if that is possible. His breathy words are hush of air on my lips "-the choice is yours."
My heart is hammering in my chest. His eyes hold mine captive, not leaving for a second.
He stares at me, so desperate—
I press the tip of the knife into his throat.
My shadow casts over him as his knees grow weaker, eventually sitting him on top of the bed. Thighs find themselves on either side of him.
Blood trickles where I've pressed the knife.
My lips brush his and I feel the electricity dominating his nerves. I do not flinch when I speak.
"Why not both?"
—Hana Malik
Would you read? Written when I was 12 so I'm considering dropping it.
Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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