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My country is broken Where do we pick up the pieces? We are in tears with bleeding hearts Who would do the stitches? A country at war with her self Depressed people fighting against oppression Corruption almost in a state of... Read More
It’s Not a Protest We wake up every morning to sad news We see heroes falling like the morning dews How many more to go? This is our Father’s land; where else do you want us to go? This is news that saddens the heart See our “Frenemies”... Read More
With the spell of westernity. And our values in vanity. No one cares, the effect of its laxity. Obviously, as distress has been our identity. Where do we miss the road? The dawn of our political structures. Hinders not the rich, But in the... Read More
The End has been called The truth is bathed with a voice Roaming the streets, screeching The voice as a roaring beast Summoning the dying quest Arousing the riveting thirst The End raises a beginning To the wakening of agility Long... Read More
POO! POO! POO! I have no idea what that sound was, but it was loud enough to wake me from my slumber. My chest hurts a lot, but what is more important is finding out where I am. My vision is becoming clearer, but I still do not seem to recognize... Read More
This is who I am This is who I am An introverted extrovert A sociable shy girl An emotional loner A creative procrastinator And a lady to the core This is who I am I’m a contradictory statement But a loyal one I always got your... Read More
The cock crows always to herald a new day Turn, roll, stretch, yawn Some of us are asleep by then Others rise right before the crack of dawn. Thaddeus wakes to a black sun – A constant reminder Of what he will never have For sound and touch and... Read More
Her Her Body is Carved out of Mud. She is as Solid as a Rock. Soft as Water. Light as Wool. Heavier than Iron. Her Soul is Created from Fire and Ice. Strongest of all Creations. Weak as Water Lily. Dirty as Mud Water. Clean as Cloud. Bitter as... Read More
Tangled Like prison walls Your heart is a dark room Where elegies are composed In verses, stanzas, and acts Like a webbed abode Devoid of sanity Not even a vacancy You got me this attitude. Cause me to melt Like the scorched ice Under this... Read More