Poetry

Being Human

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘I’m alive, I swear on my life.’ I’m

a lie, convincing the powers that be that I’ve

ascended my being human. I stand in the presence of

uncommon scents and dead accents. ‘I’m a human, being

larger than this paradigm. I’ve shifted focus on being

what you’ve always desired.’ I whisper stories and

once they let me in, I’ll enroll them. This is

my final act, ‘buy into these words

and I’ll forever deliver.’


Photographer Unknown

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12 comments on “Being Human

  1. That makes me imagine a writer sitting on a barstool, drunk and angry at the wold, full of self hate for trying to please that world. It makes me think of Bukowski

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  2. I love your word plays on “human being” and the way you juxtapose is beautiful!

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  3. Thought provoking.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Very Moving, Thanks!

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  5. I’m always in awe of your literary bounty. Keep it up!

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