God
I have no more energy for new shocks to come
Only forgetfulness and serenity
And I am this man heavy with a past full of failure and loss.
(5)
My mouth is the gate of evil .. no
My blood is the axis of evil .. no
My language my language
My credit of love an exhausted memory
My hand is a pencil.. no
My hand is a paper
(4)
I committed plenty of words
I loved too
I screwed up, I screwed up, I screwed up
And my language scattered between breasts that I don’t desire
What is love then?
Let it go and it is gone.
(3)
I said a rude sentence
My head was heavy and I was hallucinating
So, my dad stood up
Whipped me 80 times
Then he handed me the glass.
…………
(2)
My father
If you find two girls sneaking a sin at our neighbor’s house
Indifference,
My father stood and whipped me 80 times
And he screamed a lot a me
Then, when he sat down
He said to me:
they are three girls
(1)
Born sad
As the midwife said
And in my lips a wilted smile
They drank milk, wine and prayed
And they prepared the tribe..
Aribic Poetry 
