To Fatimah Asghar, for Brown Girls and Red

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What are the hurts that make me ache?
And how do you take
One piece of the whole
And show it to me?
It doesn't make sense without all the rest.
But I wouldn't have guessed how it made me feel
One part of the whole, and you've rendered it real.


What are the dreams that make me break?
You've taken them all
And made the bad good
and made the good bad
Until I don't know what I'm sorry for
And what's owed to me.
An ordering of the best to the worst?
There's none to be had. It's all good and all bad.
In the middle there's me.


You've turned it askew
I don't know what I knew
Or what I think of you
Why my dreams are so few
Why your dreams are so few
Yet they make me anew.

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