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    Invasive species
    Invasive species
    Invasive species
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    Invasive species

    By Marwa Helal

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    In Invasive species, Marwa Helal’s searing politically charged poems touch on our collective humanity and build new pathways for empathy, etching themselves into memory. This work centers on urgent themes in our cultural landscape, creating space for unseen victims of discriminatory foreign (read: immigration) policy: migrants, refugees—the displaced. Helal transfers lived experiences of dislocation and relocation onto the reader by obscuring borders through language.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNightboat Books
    Release dateApr 28, 2020
    ISBN9781643620411
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      Invasive species - Marwa Helal

      I.

      Invasive species

      Let no one be fooled by the fact that we may write in English, for we intend to do unheard of things with it.

      Chinua Achebe

      poem to be read from

      right

      to left

      language first my learned i

      second

      see see

      for mistaken am i native

      go i everywhere

      *moon and sun to

      ل letter the like

      lamb like sound

      fox like think but

      recurring this of me reminds

      chased being dream

      circle a in

      duck duck like

      goose

      no were there but

      children other

      of tired got i

      number the counting

      words english of

      to takes it

      in 1 capture

      another

      poem that wrote me into beast in order to be read

      samira and aziza nabila awatef and 3adaal isis and ma’at yes ma’at of the 42 laws and ideals we used to live by you of white feather and commandment who made us taught us of stars and named them named us made nout and systems of irrigation nile delta source inventors of mead and kohl for drawing of lapis and woven cloth harp sinai berber pen and paper we were winged creatures werent we tell me because i still dream of flight sometimes i trumpet waiting to be sound i who have made earrings of arrow reporting now to you of the mythical creatures i dismantled in order to become the one writing words you are reading tarsal by metatarsal i disjointed false to be true sometimes i am cell with eyes made up of five strand DNA quintuple helix amoeba bond i would claim you as my ancestors thrice but once is honor i am trying to be worthy live to have learned so much that god made arab to know what it is to be both black and jew to be arab is to beast in order to be read like scripture etched calligraphy wooden metal i ask you to marvel at poetry they tried to make us forget in guantánamo and all unnamed time will ask us of this time come back again and again while we were out the world has become image we made in our own image and this is what we hunt now ive caught my reflection between incisors i beast of no nation who want only to be read excuse me now it is time to be fed

      poem for brad who wants me to write about the pyramids¹

      poem for palm pressed upon pane

      i am in the backseat. my father driving. from mansurah to cairo.

      delta to desert, heliopolis. a path he has traveled years before

      i was born. the road has changed but the fields are same same.

      biblical green.

      hazy green, when i say: this is the most

      beautiful tree i have ever seen. and he says, all the trees in masr

      are the most beautiful. this is how i learn to see.

      we planted pines. four in a row. for privacy. for

      property value. that was

      ohio. before new mexico. before, i would make masr

      my own. but after my mother tells me to stop

      asking her what is wrong whenever i see her staring

      out of the living room window. this is how trauma learns to

      behave. how i learn to push against the page. i always give hatem

      the inside seat.

      so he can sleep. on the bus. his warm

      cheek against the cold window. when i am old enough to be

      aware of leaving. it is raining hard.

      5000 miles away, there is a palm. in a

      pot. its leaves pressed. skinny neck bent. a plant seeking light in

      an animal kingdom.

      poem for the beings who arrived

      Zuihitsu for Group C

      if you ask me where i come from i have to converse with broken wings. this is a line. and all love is agreement, each day of living: an agree or a disagree. and love is not what we think it is. what we have been told it is: agree or disagree. i am telling you how to read me. neruda wrote: if you ask me where i come from, i have to converse with broken things. with the beings who arrived. who had the glasses of the heart. we are the beings who arrived because we had the glasses of the heart. we are the broken beings who arrived with glass for hearts. poetry is instrument; allows us to see through thought. thank you for saying my work does not sound like it is in translation, thank you for not saying my work sounds like it is in translation we are all the proof i need as singularity approaches us they ask with intrigue: how did you construct your blackness in america? each question requires a reconstruction. and i am always re never constructed in egypt, they ask: do they hate us? i pretend not to know who they mean by they what they mean by hate but i know because i live with they and aint they. aint they? we have to stop pretending we are not [capable of] winning and i know you know we know when i dip you dip we dip this one goes out to all the women in the world you see me everywhere i go they want to know which one i am and more of? still, you see me. the mask i wear is not leo rising but the colonizer’s falling and still, you see me. and when i say you see me, what i mean is: you feel me. we, we: the beings who arrive.

      in the first world

      people arrive at cubicles in a rage.

      at day’s end, they

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