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Imaad Said

Windows and Wings

Updated: Sep 6, 2020



 

Those words, paints, inks, smudges aren't meant to be hidden

They’re meant to be free

Just open your window, there’s so much you can be.

Open your window

so you can be the ears to every bird looking at the moon,

trying to remember the last time she smiled.

To every mother calling out her lost child,

Wishing that he’ll come home soon.

Open your window

so you can be the voice of the countless women

so buried in shock, they have nothing to say.

Who are violated by their society, family, husbands

Every

Single

Day.

Open your window

so you can be the eyes of the institution which refuses to see

the silent sufferings of its own people.

The government blind to

the swollen lips,

broken bones,

emaciated limbs

quietened moans-

Heart of stone.

Open your window

so you can be the nose that senses the stagnation

of the once freely flowing river of creativity,

Imagination.

Open your window

so you can be the hand

that draws a worthwhile tomorrow-

A beautiful land.

Crystal skies, instead of sand.

Now that you finally see the wings under your skin

Open your window,

for how else will the light come in?

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