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Naked
by Umbereen Sultana Nehal
I am naked.
As shockingly naked as the autumn tree,
Stripped of its fiery splendor by the unforgiving wind,
Shivering in the bitter cold.
I am naked.
As pathetically naked as the plucked chicken,
A defaced carcass of my former self,
Bleeding onto the butcher’s block.
I am naked.
As bewilderedly naked as the newborn child,
Expelled from the comfort of the nurturing womb,
Gasping for that alien breath.
I am naked.
As naked as the truth
That exposes you
To be the pompous emperor.
I am naked, thanks to you.
I am naked, but so are you.
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In her own words: I'm a second year
pediatric resident at Baylor School of Medicine in Houston.
I've been a human ping-pong ball -- having bounced back and
forth between the U.S., Saudi Arabia, and Pakistan. I enjoy
traveling, exploring cultures and languages, and exchanging
ideas with other people. My faith is important to me and I
am struggling to find the right way to express it (finding
a comfortable balance between spirituality and ritual). I
dabble in creative arts, mostly card-making and creative writing
(usually prose).
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