Author: strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

Forget

I wondered if he’d forgotten

As we fell from the sky

As our form touched the sands

And our being materialized

I wondered if I too will forget

The reason I chose this body

Will I soon regret

The heaviness it brings

As gravity sinks

It’s teeth into my bones

Then I blinked twice

And I remembered

Nothing

After my first cry

 

Poisonous Plants

Did you plant this vine

The one that poisoned your hand

Did you set it free in your garden, in your land

?

This poison that you can’t seem to find

Is crippling your mind

Like that vine

That someone else planted

When their entrance was never granted

But their thoughts slipped away

Finding roots in your bay

And you allowed them to stay

Cause you needed the company

 

Until your body was covered in a rash

And your mind started to dash

Across the negativity of their thoughts

Can you now realize

That you are not ill

That there’re poisonous plants, still

Lingering in your garden, in your mind

Rid away with them all

And stand

Strong

Once more

Heaven

Some days I crave a sun so bright

Instead of Memphis rain

And people that can say my real name

Some days I feel my skin turning back

A darker shade close to black

And I hear my roots calling me home

But most days I know I am not alone

In feeling so far away from home

We’re all immigrants after all

Waiting for the call

To return to heaven

The Moon

I rushed to meet the full moon

As I could finally see her face

A month of waiting could not be replaced

And as the moon turn around I knew

The rock looked much like you

My imaginary childhood friend

You survived this long

You were with me till the end

I wondered how your face was never changed

From Iraq to America

And somehow it did not feel strange

To befriend the moon