Zejel | Spoken Word Poetry

Don’t teach me things i can not do
and make me follow after you
to dreams I’m not accustomed to.

Because I’ll make those figments real.
And they will follow us uphill,
getting empowered by the thrill
in ways I truly can’t undo.

And strange old feelings will awake
while I’m perfecting my mistake,
since nothing’s ever real or fake
unless it’s real or fake to you.