Maher Gidwani

Edition February 2020

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Bigoted Anger

By Maher Gidwani

Anger, means we should hang her

Male anger is expression, pressed the recession into a session of emotions society can accept because it has testosterone

Something about which has a respectable tone, because you have a deep voice… you get to have one.
But to those who do not,
Know you are stronger,
They try to use that against you but they will fail.

You will prevail because your emotions are real.
You can feel the hurds of random brothers and sisters having to pick their Jaws back up off the ground as you make your case and erase what the last person just said.
But when anger shows up in a higher octave, then waves of disapproval run through as men and women alike gaze
Because manly anger is taking charge but femininity means your anger is insanity.
Must be that time of the month,
Mon ami don’t be angry… without cause

But they will learn, be churned into the existence of the tornado that can be found in your voice
Snapped into place at the sound of your call.
Because when you smile in moments of anger because you can feel the justice in your call beating through you as fast as your words.
You were right.


Edition XXXX

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Gaps

By Maher Gidwani

There are gaps in my knowledge, no doubt.
Like, why is it that weddings require doves?
Why do people prefer a savior who comes from above?
What is love?

Something driving philosophers and confused teenagers insane.
Although those two terms are almost synonymous,
For generations we have been filled with frustration
Driving the foundation to how “nations” were established
In the name of love? A love of their countries or families
Out of pain from one of life’s many tragedies

Having to ask loved one, why don’t you love me?
Still a tragedy. Why won’t you marry me?
We’re a one-word answer from it just being you and me.
We can be us, full of trust.
We won’t confuse love with lust, this will not be a bust.
This won’t all go to dust because we will never rust

Because tomorrows are bright, despite what will happen.
A loss of rights, fights over territory
Just to make insecure monsters feel better about themselves
Before that, let us gain a deeper understanding of each other

Why is it that we do the things that we do?
How do we justify what we do?
Where are you?
Who are you?
What are you?
Why are you?
Do I care for you?
Is it possible for me to even care about people that aren’t me?
Does asking that make me conceited or greedy?

Am I me or who I want to be?
Am I simply the person that you would think that I would think I would want to be?
Do I care for the poor or the hungry?
Are they too far away for me to even notice a lack of bliss?
If I’m the first of you all to leave will I get a chance to reminisce?
Is it wrong that the things I say are for attention?
There are parts of me that are damaged like I am nemo and my emotions are a fin
The things I do aren’t for me, but for you to like me
because approval is how I know I am worth the things that I have
Approval is how I know I’m worth it.
I am not


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