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

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I hope you join the child I was, as she stood watching missiles brighten the darkness of her village, smiling as she hopes for a change. I hope you see the positivity leaking through my pages bit by bit as poems continue on. I wish to share the untold story of my people, of the civilians at war, of the children that had no choice but to accept their fate.

Our days are numbered but our numbers mean that we have survived so much, that we’re all the same.

Stranger Paths, Video Introduction

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Wars

War took a different shape

One that was not so familiar

But they thought that my war was more valid

One that had actual bombing, shooting and destruction

But I see the validity in their pain

After all

We’re all the same

And

Divorce

Abuse

Illness

Boredom

Lack of inspiration

Are all battles we fight

None more significant than another

To those experiencing them

All teach us what we need

All point us to peace

To love

To the pursuit of happiness

 

Wishes

Would your finger wish your hand harm?

Would your finger wish your arm harm?

Would you?

Well-being is a choice

One that helps the body rejoice

For its master

Would you, a small part of this universe

Wish harm

On your larger self

Your whole?

No not at all

Well being comes from well wishing

Wish well

Strong

This time

I proved my own self wrong

I made my wish with a desire so strong

That even the gods couldn’t refuse it

I stood at the gates of hell

Banging on the flames they held

Wishing to have fled

Before their warnings

And I made it out alive

For you and I

To once more

Be embraced by heaven

I proved myself wrong

When I thought I could not be strong

Enough to withstand this hell I’m in

Tell me why do you keep on giving in?

Dam

He said

My words

Are not truly mine

I don’t feel the inspiration all the time

Like a river that has run dry

My fruits die

And I

Wait for the dam

To break loose

I ask him

Why

Does he continue to rely

On others to tear down the block

He looks at me with a shock

He realizes

He’s had the tools all along

Feeling empowered and strong

He breaks the barriers

And writes a new song

 

 

 

Naked

I wondered

How embarrassing must it be

To be naked

Outside

Like this tree

She has no shame

Not one bit

And she claims

That she had lived

A thousand and one

Days under the sun

Naked

Happy

And Free

I wondered how great it would be

To be naked like that tree