One hundred

I am one hundred years old

I stand corrected I am not old enough to be wishing

That I was younger and lost to the street of my own soul

Drunk in the village of mild mannered sea urchins

I bought a flask and started complaining to the stars

And the moon and the clouds that darkened my fate

And I used all the time to darken my hate

Yes I am one hundred years old

I am older than the new river caused by quarry

Or the hills invented by tree poachers

And I am walking wishing I was older

Older than hatred, curses and judgments

Older than my early hopes and hopelessness

Older than the death around me

Older than the children in prison

And the ones who lost their voices twice in this lifetime

I am one hundred years old

I know what is coming from seven yards from here

And I feel that it wouldn’t be as easy as a song

Or a dance I have already learned

I am older today and my ears are too

I am one hundred years old plus my eyes two hundred

Renew everything take away the hundred years of my eyes

So both could see you Ya Allah

I’m drinking tea and toasting to your name Ya Rabi

I have shaken your hands every time I lowered my head

My heart touches you when I’m at pause on the floor

To say my prayers in crystal Arabic

To tell you that I love you my tears will only show

Renew me o God let my eyes be as I began

To grow as nothing but to see you from now on

Let me hear new words as if I didn’t hear the curses of streets

Make my heart not mirror the fears that truth had bestowed me

I’ve looked outside and wanted just to be with father

Who has been my light that I want to see in death

I am one hundred years old

And I have died how many times in my head

I have planned it all in my hands and sometimes I wished

That something hard would hit me so I don’t need to do it on my own

I will not blaspheme my one hundred years on earth

I am one hundred years old I come to commit a hundred more

I am older than the steps I made from day one

And my hands have changed its shape to grow roots

Like trees that had surrounded wild forests

I am dipping my hands into you O Allah

You can make my hands appear softer than sands

United to one mountain that doesn’t fall

Let me walk in the desert a body made of sand

Another one hundred years off this time running to your love

Dust in my eyes and ears moving to another hundred years