Nour is an exceptional young one whom I have had the pleasure of watching grow on Medium. Over the last eight months, this young one has broken out of her shell and is sharing her life and experiences with us.
She answered the Young Minds of Medium “How Do You Sing The Blues” challenge for A Cornered Gurl with the following prose-poem:
Just keep breathin’
Young Minds of Medium “Blues Call”
Tainted blue creeps in,
An armed looming shadow that threatens,
Look fiercely into its eyes, impassive
Let the ink embrace your heart, squeeze the venom out on paper,
Chase down freedom with your words.
It’s disarming.
How the story unfolds sometimes. So many lies embedded in between the lines and I foolishly believe. Destruction calling my bones for release of its pent up anger. Seeping its sorrow on my pages, adding lines. And my brain does nothing but smirk in approval, unwinding me to the core. Now all the chaos — thrown at my feet, no sealing to its mouth that keeps running.
I keep falling down.
Entirety is disarming sometimes.
Disapproval clawing its way in my mind,
Smitten by blues, add more salt to her wounds … if only you’ve done this. If only you were this …
Just stop. Press pause, go on rewind your tape and you’ll see where it starts:
All. In. Your. Fucking. Head.
I hold still for a moment. Let the truth sink in. So many inviting claws I struggle to dodge.
Oh, how it’s easier to fall into depression … but will you let in temptation?
And that’s how it starts. I breathe my screams out on paper, rewrite the story …
I change lines.
The claws are no longer inviting. ‘Cause no hunter falls for their prey.
The lies fade back to their dimension, this territory ain’t going to be stained.
I don’t pause. I keep going. Destruction no longer smirks.
Entirety could be disarming … unless between the lines you checked again.
Originally published via A Cornered Gurl on Medium.
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