Thabaan Kabin

Image source: pinterest I will not shoot myself In the head, and I will not shoot myself In the back, and I will not hang myself  With a trashbage, and if I do, I promise you, I will not do it In a police car while handcuffed  Or in the jail cell of a town I only know the name of  Because I have to drive through it To get home. Yes, I may be at risk, But I promise you, I trust the maggots  Who live beneath the floorboards Of my house to do what they must  To any carcass more than I trust An officer of the law of the land To shut my eyes like a man Of God might, or to cover me with a sheet So clean my mother could have used it  To tuck me in.  When I kill me, I will Do it the same way most celebrities do, I promise you: cigarette smoke  or a piece of meat on which I choke  Or so broke I freeze In one of these winters we keep Calling worst, I promise if you hear Of me dead anywhere near A cop, then that cop killed me. He t

image credits: Xmel.com I watch as the blood turns to flowers like I turn disappointments into poetry and exhaling makes it easier when you're gone, when we're all gone we walked with such haste and kicked curbs so stubbornly that the world stilled into a painting we are strangers with empty faces and closed fists and the stories lift from the frame like birds in blacks and white migrating across nations last in a shrill quiet looking for September. -bryam

The wet fragment keeps spinning like a droll television rerun playing in the background behind a closed-door with muffled audio seeping through the cracks a shabby mirror sleeps within my chest squeezing the gelatinous organs as if they were gummy clay furniture till shallow breaths and faint beats become each step into tomorrow another faded billboard sign to see on the side of the road passes by with frayed edges and half the message folded over that the waves at the rolling vehicles but the minimum speed limit pushes them on doves land upon ant hills to snack amid dandelions casting white parachutes into the wind that's just passing through as blooming yellow offspring crack driveway while chemical pumps keep spraying out the toxins some edible flowers were never meant to live long lives amid the levity in blowing its plumage across manicured lawns and barbeques that build scrapbooks with etched dates inscribed upon the moment captured Cities w

image credit: pinterest Then suddenly they showed the faces  The change had found where they lived  The names were replaced too quickly  They found where they were hid Circled in wagon filled tragedies  No one rides off to the west Attention now asks for a holiday  While famila is held to the test I cannot say I remember  Reading in foreign tongues  How I wish it were yesterday  And this world today was still young.

You were never really there you left me in despair  Your eyes were blank and distant Standing there I realized you were never really there At least not like before, When you would make everything shine with life  Not now Now you stand staring into space, waiting for the next time you can shoot up a vien Did you ever realized we needed you? Did you ever realised the guy you said would watch out for us, Was really the one we needed to watch out for the most? What if you did?  What if you had stopped it, or would you have acted like it wasn't even happening to us, But you were to absorbed in your self pity to realise  that we needed you the most it would be wrong of me to say that five years down  the road that i don't hate you I hate that it only took one night rip away everything i knew and loved  I hate how it was so easy for you to go back home, When i never could'cause of your mistakes  But what i hated the most Is that yo

     image credit: https://www. /covid19 Once again the world experienced something terrible in 2020 A dangerous virus outbreak over the countries Many people have been affected, from adults to age ones It hurting them deeply, both physically and mentally No one thought this could be happen in this year and it spreading in speed.  "HONESTLY, I THINK WE ARE WAITING FOR GOD'S HELP BECAUSE DEATH IS AT OUR DOORSTEPS." - Twa woman, Rwanda The challenges faced by the communities The challenges faced by the community related  to the COVID-19 health crisis, including confinement , social isolation, emotional/mental issues, verbal and physical abuse, lose of income and financial difficulties, access to health information, preventative and emergency healthcare, and many other language and cultural barriers. Time and time again, when emergencies occur, minorities and indigenous people are at risk of being excluded from life-saving humanitarian interventions.  A

What language do you speak? Kannada, Hindi, Bengali, Telugu, Tamil and English. Loud and clear? Yes! Are you new to this area? Yes. First time working here. Don't worry, you just have to learn the rule of their game. When you enter the building, remember to use only the lift on the  left side. That is for maids and dogs. When you ring the doorbell, smile. Not too wide, they'll  think you're too friendly. Go straight into kitchen. If she ask if you're menstruating, say no. In the corner, you will find your cup and plate. If she is in a good mood, you might get some leftover tea. Never tell them, you eat beef and pork. The hall is a neutral zone. Take your time so she doesn't think You're not working hard enough. Don't touch any fragile objects, their gaze on you can make you nervous. If something breaks, you will have to pay for it. The bedroom is a war zone; Try and clean it while she is around. Let her supervise your eve

Image credit: Sachoiba Inka Behold, the princess, Behold the queen of dance! Following the bright sun till eve; She is from Ramting Kabin. Beneath her cheek are necklaces As she joins the dance on the sound of a log drum; Of tarou and Siantwei that unite the song. Let the crowd behold thy show and welcome  Like penkarop that sing at noon. During the time of joys She dances over his sweet voice. She is a beauty, a dream of her mother. She took away her grief and pain, With devotion, she rejoices with her mate in new attires. On her head shine is a reithao And cover herself with Pwasin as the leaves on a tree. She is a perfect song. a song for the soul. She wore an unbeatable shield  Like the massive storm and rain. Legend sing in praise of you Go on my man, as they try to mark us  As a pleasing joy filled the air The man has assigned a dove for us  As an an

She was burning your garbage, her sari caught fire and she died. He was cleaning your manhole, a pipe burst and he died. She didn't receive he wages, she hung herself and she died. He was wading through the drain, he inhaled poisonous gases and he died. Remember. The dead don't die. When the media turns a blind ear, And the state is unaccountable, When there is no money to send his body back home, and the public is indifferent, when his family is not given any jobs, And the city lives on in oblivion, Remember. The dead don't die. As you build your new house, carelessly discared your waste, As you choose your blinders And preach your progress, Remember, The dead don't die. And when you constructy your walls, And lock your gates, When you look paste the filth, And praise the state, Remember. The dead don't die. *This obituary is dedicated to the undocumented and unreported death of waste pickers, sweepers and manual scaveng