Majdoola, braided, is the hair
soften with brushes the color of honey
it is an ease for the mothers
protection against the elements
Majdoola, it is complicated
tangled, this story I am telling you
without detail, with much for you
to figure, together
Majdoola, a nickname of a child
smart and tall, with a smile that
takes out the stars and replaces them
with milk teeth, one for luck, two fro joy
Majdoola, like from the Majdal
up in the north of my country
a city sleeps on apple pips
dreams of orchards, long harvested.
Majdoola, a lopsidedness that is
not even, Not even right, or left
but somehow splitting a back into two
with trivial burdens
Majdoola, how the elements combined
neat sounds, neat meetings and filthy
demands, all tangled together like a
heap what will come unbraided- on demand,
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