- EMPWR Contributor
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Updated: Jun 16, 2020
“My hands morph from old to new
Like Mother Nature I change in front of you”
By Sehar Siddiqi

I used to sit inside my heart of hearts
Holding on
to all the memories
that I could fit onto
my fingertips
Over and over
My nails are chipped
My grasp loosens
From all I’ve known
My hands morph
from old to new
Like Mother Nature
I change in front of you
My father reminds me of this transformation
When he compares me
to foreigners
From separate lands
Similar to the one we live in
But it’s not quite right the land
For me
My friends remind me of this change too
When they can’t seem to understand why
I still write songs about them
And I,
When I asked you
to come to my performance
And treated it like
It was a funeral
I used to be able
to pinpoint at everything
Now
My mind is jaded
with too much memory
And time is not on my side
The clock is ticking
This life is moving
The sun is setting
Between my eyes
And burns a fire
one last time
