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Friday, March 29, 2013

Deadened



Deadend

Shirley: I got my degree five years ago. Did you go to Cal State?
Fazeel: Yea I studied Computer technology and Psychology there

Shirley: So are you Indian?
Fazeel: My parents are Indian. I was born in Pakistan, raised in Saudi Arabia and New Orleans

Shirley: Really?!!!! My grandma's Indian. She used to make goat curry and everything
Fazeel: That's great. I guess a lot of people have Indian blood in the Carribean

Shirley: You're Muslim right?
Fazeel: Yea. Ahamm (wondering what's next)

Shirley: My uncle's side of the family is all Muslim too
Fazeel: Wow! That's wonderful

Shirley: You know I wanted to ask you something. My husband gets a newsletter from his church...
Fazeel: He's African American too, right?

Shirley: Yes, we get this newsletter from our church which says that Muslims believe Black people have raisins for brains
Fazeel: (Silence. Shocking dismay). Hmm where should I start to say that it's not true...




- Based on a true incident in 1993, Los Angeles

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Anarkisst



Anarkisst


He thinks he's better
Because of some skill
As an artist

He gives birth
To beautiful concepts and kids
But doesn't complete things

And his girlfriend
Who's a doctor
So lonely
She buys everything
Nurses people's wounds
Then broadcasts them

He's irresponsible
He forgets things
Now he's grown false wings

No empathy
No loyalty
No respect

For twenty two years
Off friendship




Fazeel Azeez Chauhan
5-6-00