poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Navigating this new found territory,The controller of my own destiny,Manoeuvring the mountains around me,Leaving them in the landscape,I have climbed painfully,Rocks have crumbled in my hands,Sand falling like beads through my fingers,I have placed my foot into solid roots,Thought they were strong,And still have fallen again and again,This journey of thrashing down, and lifting myself […]
Sometimes roses paint my paint,Or rather they paint my skin,My blood inked in these sorrows,How sweet the smell of my skin,How you can taste the hurt I have embedded in me,I carry the holes of my brothers hearts in my hands,Carry them, as if carrying their coffins,With the kalmah spread over black and green sheet,They […]
I tend to forget my rawest form,me in all my flesh,in every extremity,I forget often how many have died around me,How clay people were snatched in front of my eyes,Into another type of soil,How we grieved for them, or weren’t allowed to,I wore my hijab,Crowds of hands lifted,Then Ama left,Over night,It was if temporarily feathers […]