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Black

Boy

Blues

POEMS & SHORT STORIES BY HASSAN BEYAH

A lot of my passion for "art" comes from my blues (as both an escape from and as a means of understanding), my desire to create and not be created, to exist and not be extinguished, to come to terms with both my own morality and mortality, and to make peace with my own invisibility. I write and all these other things, most instinctually, so that just maybe somebody will say, "He was here".

-Hassan Beyah | Aug 18, 2010

Vanity of the Unconscious Mind 

Variety of the Unconscious Mind

 

by Hassan Beyah | 2008

I find it hard to look in the mirror.

The image starting back at me.

Is me but not me.

A stranger.

He has my lips, my eyes

my dark skin and smile.

But he is not I

and I am not him.

He has more passion lurking beneath

and bigger dreams.

He is beautiful and strong.

Where as I am weak and insecure.

I am not myself

but something vague and empty.

He stares at me through the toothpaste splashed

stained mirror.

We both move closer.

I imagine I see disappointment in his eyes.

but upon closer examination I see that 

it is not disappointment but hope.

He hopes and I stumble.

We are not the same.

This reflection and I.

He is comfortable and proud.

He is beautiful.

and I am invisible.

He smiles when I smile.

but his smile is authentic.

Where as mine is just for show.

We love not what we want

but what we want to be

If my twin is any true reflection

then maybe I should start loving me.

To Colored Boys Who Have Considered Suicide

To Colored Boys

POEMS & SHORT STORIES BY HASSAN BEYAH

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Mr. Bowe

Hassan's Beloved Dog

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