Inside the mind of an immigrant
Ever since I was young, I remember always being pushed back. I remember being behind the curtains and never on the front line. I remember being scared of love and affection. Everything was always about my cousins and how beautiful their drawings are, and how cute they look. That made me very insecure. I love … Continue reading Why I write
I cried to the earthand told her how broken I wasshe gently cradled me into her lapand told meshe was broken into piecesand only then had she become a refuge for us. Pan-Gaia(Many people assume that I spelled pangea wrong. No, I didn't. In Greek mythology Pan is the god of nature and Gaia is … Continue reading Pan-Gia
I sat on the groundwith my broken piecesshattered around.Blood was dripping from the skyand Allah was watching me cry.Tears were slowly streamingand the winds were screaming.The mountain I was trying to climbto reach the heavens of desire and lovebroke into pieces and I fell from above. I hit myself so hard that I couldn't feel … Continue reading The battle of righteousness!
Leave the scent of your soul behind I’ll follow it to get to you. But don’t go too far what if in search of you I lose myself too. Just stay close to me hold my hand and help me rise but don’t look at me like that I’ll lose myself in your eyes I … Continue reading For someone special…
I don’t know if it was a dream because it was something, I couldn’t believe. I saw a boy with tears in his eyes and fire burning his hope alive. He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed “please kill me once and not every day.” I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged … Continue reading POETRY: The blast and the little boy…