Anum Tayyab

"One Drink"Poem by Anum TayyabPhotos by Imaan Khan

With every sip you took

It was as if you were about to tell

Another story

Another story about the time you were wasted

Fooled and wasted

And no matter how it went

You would always begin the tale

“One thing led to another, another sip could never hurt me,”

You walked in with broken glass

A bloody cast around your hand that signed help me

And it wasn’t the first time you were late

The late nights became late days

Those late days became late weeks

And weeks, become months

You trapped yourself in a world where you believed you didn’t need anyone else

When mom left your friend Wine came to town

And never left

I just wanted to talk to…

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Anum Tayyab

WriterHouston, TexasPhotos by Faiza TayyabPoem by Anum Tayyab

Every person has a story. A different kind. And emotional kind, a breakthrough kind. When I was writing this poem I wasn’t thinking about anything else except all the events that made me think less of myself. I chased those who didn’t even care about me, for validation. It’s a perspective from a girl who was afraid to stand up, afraid to defend herself. At the time, I was this girl. During these last few months, I have experienced a major confidence breakthrough. It’s changed my life for the better, and forever. I hope every one of you finds your path, and love for which is your life. 

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