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Soul Vitamins, A Poem

Tuesday, September 13, 2016,
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This poem is about the human experience. The feelings we all feel after we have separated from another soul. I wrote this on the day I finally released my lover back into the universe. When that happened, I remembered how to breathe.

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Poetry in Performance: Shadow

Tuesday, September 13, 2016,
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The spoken word piece, “Shadow” is a journey, a revelation, and an introduction to the many characters that make up a single person.  The poem takes the readers through time and through a process of trauma recovery which culminates in a realization that life and recovery are spiralic in nature.

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Grab Some Crayons! Your Inner Child Is an Artist

Tuesday, September 13, 2016,
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Grab Some Crayons! Your Inner Child Is an Artist

We just returned to our desks after our first lunch-and-color event at HCI. Pizza boxes and salad dressing bottles aside, and an intermittent buzz of small talk, the mood was tranquil.

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Poetry in Recovery: A New Dimension

Sunday, January 11, 2015,
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Poetry has transformed my experience of recovery. And, has transformed me.

Being a young, Indo-Pakistani-American woman in rape recovery, I had many culturally-imposed dualisms to get over, Western and Eastern alike. Dualisms caused me to ask linguistically limiting and logically flawed questions like the following: Am I pure or adulterated? Am I at fault or am I innocent in relation to the rape? Am I good or bad in relation to the rest of the world around me? To say the least, my thought process was limited by the kind of dualistic language I was using. Years of explanations to therapist after therapist of how I felt seemed complete in some moments, but somehow abridged in other moments. I found the process of talking it out was often unfruitful for me, and that I needed a more complete way of processing my feelings. Eventually, I found that in writing poetry, I would be allowed to transcend the limitations of the kind of language we use when were talking about it.

 

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