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self-curated, pixelated

by Khadija Sharife self-curated ++++++++++++pixelated this slideshow of your greatest hits poverty down on the painted gold T & O, behold after the scorched earth, the standing dead now streaming live, a million channels with one view, featuring please and

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Two poems by Khadija Sharife

was the game they played was the game they played with you played with us too slave owners enslaved by a logic of one more than the other here but not there and where is it the utopia sought was

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your mother is just your mother

by Khadija Sharife   your mother is just your mother cool hand on the burning forehead, steaming basmati rice on fridays, but she is also revolution, bodies broken into words forming sentences that function as cages she is the wrong

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