The Red Traffic Light

Look at this world of mine

There are lights, and street signs

Detours and construction work

Things I never thought I’d see

Strange how life turned out to be

From the thirty minute walk in January cold

Just to get to a class and do as I’m told

To the wild dogs chasing after me

And the rain following close behind

I never thought I would find

Myself complaining about a traffic light

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The Test

I wondered who he was

As I passed his broken car

As I witnessed his blood freed from his body

And the army sounding from afar 

Was he a bomber, choosing to die?

Was he a fool that did not check his car? 

Then I ran, 

Late for my midterm exam

And till this day, I can’t remember for the life of me if I passed the test

History- From a Child’s Point of View

She reveals pieces of herself, every now and then

On reflective surfaces when light is too dim

Sun shines through the shattered window…

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