Inside the mind of an immigrant
I despise myself what about you I’m very hard to love maybe you should leave me too. I am not special so please don’t praise me like that or else I’ll fall in love with myself all over again. How do you not see these scars and this imperfect flesh? Why would anyone love me … Continue reading Do you still want me?
I cried to the earth and told her how broken I was she gently cradled me into her lap and told me she was broken into pieces and 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 … Continue reading Pan-Gia
I sat on the ground with my broken pieces shattered around. Blood was dripping from the sky and Allah was watching me cry. Tears were slowly streaming and the winds were screaming. The mountain I was trying to climb to reach the heavens of desire and love broke into pieces and I fell from above. … Continue reading The battle of righteousness!
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…
I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul.... It's a feeling that can't be put into words.... I didn’t give … Continue reading I didn’t give up…
