Author: Deborah Emmanuel

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Don’t Price Me, I’m Nothing.

Lock me in a cellar and I’ll claw my way out, birth blood from my fingers; gasp air from the gods. Trap me in a wine bottle, I’ll drill through the cork, when my...

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Skinless

you tell me that I’m beautiful but I want to be a skinless thing   shredded pig hanging from a hook   raw and truthful like a final squeal maddened and lost and welcoming...

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What is the metaphor for this heart?

What is the metaphor for this heart that throbs alive hurt in its eyes that eats itself to quell the sobs that can’t be still because it moves it can’t be still because it...

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Imperfect

The first time I realized bodies could look imperfect I was 11. Mrs Chan said to the whole class that I had a nice face but big bones. I was muscle-encased track team bulk,...

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If I had time, I would tell you everything.

If I had time, I would tell you everything. How she was always learning to cook something new, how all her secret silk songs were of lost love, annotated dreams with no end, an...

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Birth’s Lottery

This is for my friend, Md Mukul. He says God gave him this life and made his Papa poor. My tongue thrashes in confinement of its cave, bitterness drips down the drain of my...

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Anti-Establishment Poem

An anti-establishment poem is on the loose spraying itself onto institution walls and spitting rhymes on radio in Lee Kuan Yew’s dead voice, hazing parliament with clouds of controversy and oozing out from between...

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Active Citizen

Lets the hawker clearing aunty manage his tray so she can develop higher self-efficacy Eats the leftovers from all of his friends because he thinks of the starving children Spits all his spit in...

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313@Somerset

In 313@Somerset I feel like a little fish, impatient in currents of sale-hungry bodies, streaming through fluro halls of golden tongued cash registers swimming through heaven for possession where nothing is priceless where souls...

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SHE

This poem uses lyrics from the Charles Aznavour song She. She may be the face I can’t forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to...