Farah Lawal Harris 4/1/23 Farah Lawal Harris 4/1/23

“Too Curious” (Poem)

My life—

marred by trauma,

but the scars were painted over;

in their place,

an eye-catching mural.

Farah Lawal Harris 2/7/23 Farah Lawal Harris 2/7/23

These Hands (Poem)

6 weeks into chemo,

and these hands

ache.

Farah Lawal Harris 1/26/23 Farah Lawal Harris 1/26/23

The Parting of the Black Sea (Poem)

As my hair thins out and balds

and continues to fall,

I’m reminded

that my hair always changes

when my life does:

Farah Lawal Harris 10/24/22 Farah Lawal Harris 10/24/22

Post-Op (Poem)

Three showers after
my last fibroid removal,
my vagina still smelled clinical,
like freshly opened
Caucasian flesh-colored Band-Aids

Farah Lawal Harris 10/5/22 Farah Lawal Harris 10/5/22

Writing Is… (Poem)

Writing helps me
chronicle my healing,
but writing, in itself,
is not healing.
It’s a testimony,
a ticket to bear witness,
a praise and worship service
reminding me of God’s presence
because, ”If He did that for her,

Farah Lawal Harris 9/13/22 Farah Lawal Harris 9/13/22

I Am An Endangered Species

I AM AN ENDANGERED SPECIES
A Poem By Farah Lawal Harris

I am an endangered species.
To be Black and woman
and strong and sensitive
and inspired while inspiring
is an incredible feat.
I need to rest my tired feet,
but I’m too busy filling up the one seat…