OUR SELF-LOVE IS REVOLUTIONARY!
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

OUR SELF-LOVE IS REVOLUTIONARY!

In a world that often challenges our worth, self-love becomes a radical act of defiance. My poem, "Our Self-Love is Revolutionary!", celebrates the quiet strength and resilience of melanated beings. Through each smile and every embrace of self, we reclaim our power and write our own narrative.

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From Busy to Well: How Cancer Taught Me to Truly Live
Essays Farah Lawal Harris Essays Farah Lawal Harris

From Busy to Well: How Cancer Taught Me to Truly Live

Cancer forced my life into stillness. In that quiet, I noticed the silence of artistic colleagues who knew I was sick but never reached out. I felt the emptiness of achievements that once seemed so important when my health was on the line. Slowly, I shifted my focus inward, learning to embrace the profound value of family and spirituality over the external validation I once chased.

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I Am
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

I Am

When I inhale. I ain’t scared

to stretch my pooch past my belt,

push breath through every locked crevice near my pelvis

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“You Should Write a Book!”
Essays Farah Lawal Harris Essays Farah Lawal Harris

“You Should Write a Book!”

If God granted me $5 every time someone told me I should write a book about my journey through breast cancer, I’d be able to buy a new pair of retro Nike Jordan 4’s by now. How do you write about a journey that is not over?

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YOU CHOOSE (Poem)
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

YOU CHOOSE (Poem)

I rudely request, require and desire a refrain from chronic pain

because this belligerent, bony, buss-down bundles to her buttcheeks b*tch

is insane, bringing broken bridges and invisible incisions,

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THE SQUATTER
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

THE SQUATTER

A squatter lives in my shoulders

she tore down the drywall

and built boulders,

armor for words of judgement to pierce less

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THE HAUNTING
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

THE HAUNTING

That feeling of foreigners invading my temple

hunts me.

I am hunted by emptiness behind the detectives’ eyes.

I am hunted by the ugly yellow linoleum floors

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PILLOW
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

PILLOW

I desired to be pillow, soft and unassuming.

Nobody hates pillows.

If I could stuff my tummy with white feathers,

there’d be enough cushion, enough down

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FOR THE SURVIVORS
Poetry Farah Lawal Harris Poetry Farah Lawal Harris

FOR THE SURVIVORS

Forget the men who saw buds on your chest and declared them breasts.

Forget the rain showers and the smell of hot guilt rising from pavement.

Forget the new moons in the sky, the clouded nights of hidden stars.

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PEARL FISH
Farah Lawal Harris Farah Lawal Harris

PEARL FISH

I am like a pearl fish.

I swam in treacherous waters,

Nigerian-American daughter.

A thick black-girl child ain’t safe

in an ocean full of sharks!

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Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself!
Essays Farah Lawal Harris Essays Farah Lawal Harris

Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself!

My name is Farah Lolade Aduke Iyabode Harris. Most people know me as Farah Lawal Harris, a name I love because it identifies some of my intersections. Farah means "joy" in Arabic--My Muslim father and Christian mother gave me that name because I shifted the energy of grief…

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