{"id":718,"date":"2013-01-22T05:18:02","date_gmt":"2013-01-22T05:18:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue14\/?page_id=718"},"modified":"2026-05-28T20:31:54","modified_gmt":"2026-05-28T20:31:54","slug":"khaleefa-hamdan","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue14\/spokenword\/khaleefa-hamdan\/","title":{"rendered":"Khaleefa Hamdan"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0Life is like<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Life is like the first time you exit your mom\u2019s womb & those tears are shed
\nA foreshadowing of the years ahead, your fears, regrets, your peers, & debts
\nAre all mapped out when those 2 tears hit the ground & as twenty years sit around
\nYou\u2019ll hear that sound echo loud & echo proud as you realize you can\u2019t let go now
\nBut life is like finding the meaning of sane in madness; I\u2019m sayin\u2019 it\u2019s backwards
\nIt\u2019s like standing on the bus tryin\u2019 to gain your balance, the pain in malice
\nSee it\u2019s like that ugly kid who had major talents but would still get picked on
\nLike my fro when its picked wrong, it\u2019s like the 40oz bottle before it\u2019s sipped on
\nBy the bum who thinks outside the box he sleeps in cuz there\u2019s no beauty in roses
\nThere\u2019s beauty in the homeless but crudely, rudely, truly, there ain\u2019t no beauty
\nAnd you know this so you hold this in a closed fist & you post this on my Facebook wall
\nLike \u201cLook, maybe if you put your pen down you might see life for what it is doll\u201d
\nAnd my response will be that you gotta accumulate the cuts & scratches
\nCuz amongst the madness our loves takes practice & you are the sight for my glasses
\nAnd I\u2019ll watch as people like this status & hope they\u2019ll post the common comments
\nIn common context that impacts like a comet condensed that come to contact
\nThe Earth, I\u2019m too busy feeling alive, like a thrown away condom contents
\nBut I\u2019m still prone to karma\u2019s conscience & when it comes I\u2019ll be calm & content
\nAnd finally when I log off, I realize I can no longer see friendships
\nSo I\u2019ll throw my fists in fits then I\u2019ll blow a kiss & hope it fits Apoca\u2019s lips
\nAnd my clock will tick to remind me that it got too much time on its hands
\nBut that\u2019s what life is like, it\u2019s like that group who added the woe before the man
\nThe truly soulless who front like the man is woeless but they can\u2019t control us
\nIn this phallic society, they wonder why the feminists are so pissed
\nBut that\u2019s what life is like, see life is like you and I & you and I
\nAre like the wise in a fool\u2019s disguise & the fool\u2019s disguise is like the cruel & kind
\nWhich is kinda cruel but the cruel is kind; they just show it in a different way
\nBut listen hey, not a morning goes by where I don\u2019t sit & pray
\nWhich is lame but life is like a pretty porcelain doll with a cracked face
\nHideously elegant & you know this but you\u2019d still kiss her face
\nFor the sentimental value plus it\u2019s beautifully imperfect
\nYeah, that\u2019s what life is like imperfectly beautiful, just like a person
\nAnd I can go on & on about how humanity is flawed & lost
\nBut just know I\u2019m a man that can accept his flaws & that universal law
\nYou know that law that says nothing is perfect\u2026with the exception of my ma?
\nWell, my ma and maybe God too cuz he created this universe thus the law?
\nDoesn\u2019t exactly pertain to him, we can delve deeper but it\u2019d take too much logic
\nAnd to be honest, I kinda lost it in a lawless Los Anne where the law is lost and
\nThe cowboys rule & they\u2019d shoot you in places where they know it\u2019d hurt
\nBut that\u2019s what life is like; life is like taking that last breath before leaving this Earth<\/p>\n