PAPER BOOTS | MUBARAK SAID

I revved the star-spangled names
I carried on my head by giving my
mother a birthday gift, a box of
chocolate, watermelon &a strawberry.
algebraic equations I love to read,
& solving a simultaneous equation
by using a grieving method—a new way
to know that Flower is a county
where all the positive things become
the flood—what pictures in my vision
when someone calls the word love
instead of life.but love is life. and
the first time I breathed to define life,
I opened my chest, closed my eyes and
took my heart away from the sun.
I adored the sky, I rebuilt my abode,
I survived the days in water, I laughed
at the hell and killed my smile with what
reopened the door of pain,
I hang my life on my wall, I become
the morning breeze, I wear paper boots &enter
the cruel night without weighing the
the wickedness of its darkness—
I mean the song that detracts
my body into the blindness, where
all the air fights my bones and eat
my flesh, merciless. I name myself
beautiful, and sprinkle my tears into
a pool—there is a new beginning
in every drop of tears and my life
begin by knowing a rain could
resurrect a new life.