A Poem About the Insidious Nature of Writing

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I’m always f$*%ing writing—
No matter where I am,
No matter what I’m doing,
I’m always f$*%ing  writing.

I’m always f$*%ing writing—
Even in my head,
Even when I’m eating,
I’m always f$*%ing writing.

I’m always f$*%ing writing—
No matter where I go,
I could be drunk af,
I’d still be f$*%ing writing.

I’m always f$*%ing writing—
I might not have a pen,
I might not have a notebook,
I’m always f$*%ing writing.

I’m always f$*%ing writing—
Especially when I’m sleepy,
And even when I’m sleeping,
I’m always f$*%ing writing.

I’m always f$*%ing writing—
I finally realized,
It came as a surprise,
I’m always f$*%ing writing.

I’m always f$*%ing writing—
Probably even till the end,
I’ll being breathing my last breath,
I’ll still be f$*%ing writing.

– Aminah Jamil

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