Inside the mind of an immigrant
I thought you were healed but I didn't know I was wrong this strength I saw in you wasn't because you were strong it was because you were trying to mend yourself into the person you wanted to be but you leaned on anger and we failed to see that the cure you were searching … Continue reading I need help
The worst part of having depression is not knowing how to explain it to someone who is completely fine and mentally healthy. How do you tell someone that there is an invisible wound inside of you that’s constantly bleeding and there isn’t much you can do about it? Each day the wound gets deeper and … Continue reading Hiding under the bed
Let’s play with fire and broken glass let’s get a little crazy and burn down our paths let’s scorch our journeys and let this anger erupt let’s ignite our dreams because deep inside we’re all a little fucked. Beautifully ruined Poetry book: Curing My Venom
I ordered abayas from an online website, but I accidently gave the wrong address. I contacted the website, but they refused to help saying there wasn’t much they could do. My only option was to physically go to that address and ask them if they received my package. It didn’t seem so bad. But the … Continue reading I took off my hijab
It's been a long road I know I haven't done you any good but - our ways are parting now forgive me if you could. I know I've let you down because now I'm sinking deep watching you fade away into a dreamless sleep. There’s so much I could have done to ease this walk … Continue reading Life and death