poems, stories, writings
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
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
She reveals pieces of herself, every now and then
On reflective surfaces when light is too dim
Sun shines through the shattered window…
Fireworks
Bright
Making a day out of that night
13 year old
I did not mind
Invade or liberate
That must be a freedom sound
Adults crying
Dad asking… me to get inside
But I wanted to see it
I no longer wanted to hide
She was a child
Happy with no cares
Explosions sounded close
But she had no fears
She was a child
No stress yet learned
And so she saw fireworks
As her world burned.
She was… Me
