A Poem
I question: “Why did I do it?” sometimes.
They tell me some people are foolish, sometimes.
It’s not a matter of rudeness, sometimes.
It’s just a matter of confusion, sometimes.
I just can’t believe it, sometimes
All of this exquisite creation, sometimes
Can seem like an abomination, sometimes.
Or a powerful manifestation, sometimes.
They tell me it’s above me, sometimes.
But I wonder if it’s within me, sometimes
Going right through me, sometimes.
I wonder: “How much am I me?” sometimes.
I think it can rule me, sometimes.
We’re like a duality, sometimes
Or like a unity, sometimes.
I don’t know how to describe it, sometimes.
I don’t even know what it is, always.
-Zeineb Jomaa
10/2/2021
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