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  • what words can’t do

    (a very short poem) Writing them, Speaking them, Hearing them, Reading them. I love words – yes it’s true.  But I must admit – there are some things words just can’t do.

    Zakiyyah Deen

    11th Jan 2023
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  • school daze

    (a short poem) Two twos now – but not for long. Touching my mid twenties – singing the same dyam song. And honestly? I’m not sure anymore if this it what adolescent zaks had in store. Blue blazer, black bandana conducting her self in the most “adult” like manner.  But honestly? I lowkey miss my…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    13th Dec 2022
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  • notes poem

    (latenight freewrite)

    Zakiyyah Deen

    2nd Nov 2022
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  • in layman’s terms

    (latenight freewrite) As a working class actor that is not classically trained, I have finally found a Shakespeare monologue that I understand both literally and emotionally. And subsequently, I feel an odd (yet intense) sense of joy.  I dunno, as someone that loves words and often flirts between standard and non standard speech – I…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    23rd Oct 2022
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  • “next year, i’ll take more pictures”

    zaks wri(tings) #10 Lol. Absolute BS. I’ve been saying that since I was like 14 and my close ones can attest to the fact that I’ve been saying this each and every year since. It’s got to the point that most of you probably don’t even know when my birthday is because I don’t even…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    20th Oct 2022
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  • break-time

    zaks wri(tings) #9 And then she said  “The worst thing is the constant guilt. Knowing that people are going through worse – matter of fact you have gone through worse –  but this current state is taking over your mind, body and soul. Annoyed at your tears. Angry at your episodes of under and over…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    17th Oct 2022
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  • neither lost nor found

    (latenight freewrite) I really miss her.  She wouldn’t take any of this shit. Nah she weren’t inna it. Yes some may say oblivious but this lil miss was  A funny fully-focused fighter. Real die or rider.  … Man, I hope I find her.

    Zakiyyah Deen

    17th Sep 2022
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  • BasementApproved✅

    zaks wri(tings) #8 The 3-part series is complete and ‘London, I love you but I don’t like you right now’ has come to an end (for now). But to keep it short and sweet, It has been lit writing for BasementApproved. The commission, support and freedom to write unfiltered about my experiences as a Londoner…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    8th Aug 2022
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  • Survival Salary Scribbles

    (latenight freewrite) Two things to know about me – I don’t draw and I don’t sing. (Correction – I can’t draw and I can’t sing.) Though these days I spend my evenings sitting in on endless foreign operatics, sketching the backs of heads whilst budgeting my minimum wage. Dreaming about doing what I love. Desperate…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    29th Jun 2022
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  • London, I Love You But I Don’t Like You Right Now

    (for The Basement) I’ve got a monthly column for BasementApproved aka The Basement. (Brap.) I’m gonna be speaking on relatable experiences us young people in London have. You know my regular social commentary with a touch of tragicomedy and a splash of slang. (It’s meant to come out first week of the month but that’s…

    Zakiyyah Deen

    9th Apr 2022
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