Blessings and Lessons

To be faraway

From the land that

My mother and my father know,

As if it were the back of their hand

Is a bittersweet reminder

Of all the sacrifices

We have made.

To be faraway

From the cousins, aunts, and uncles

That have created their homes

Is a bitter reminder

That our struggles will never be the same.

To be faraway

From a country where patriarchal views


And education while present

Is lacking quality

Is a sweet reminder

Of what I have gained.

To be faraway

From the land where

Our religion is prominent,

And the language is spoken

As if the wind and the air carried it

Is a bittersweet reminder

Of all that could be lost.

A sea so vast and treacherous separates us,

We sail away from our country

To be faraway from the land

Known as a terrorist hub.

Misguided opinions and misinformation

Aplenty by the media,

I swallow a bitter pill and

Become cautious and careful

Of where I come from.

I must not show pride.

I must not show care.

For I don’t belong there

Any longer.

To be faraway

From the place where

Traditions and customs are so ingrained

That breaking the mold is not an option

Is a bittersweet reminder

That all freedom comes with sacrifice.

As I sit still,

In the land of the free

And the home of the brave,

I wonder if

We even deserve these names?

For I have family,

I have loved ones

In a land faraway.

I hope to God

They are safe and sound

As we throw threats and assumptions,

Destroying the home

And destroying the lives of plenty.

For who am I

Without the knowledge

That I come from




Peaceful nights are 
Awaiting ahead
My momma tells Me 
the whistle man
Is nowhere close by
To take my slumber 
I fall asleep to humid fans
The smell of dust 
And of clothing coming out 
Of suitcases after long days
Not sure when
Wretched heat will take over
I sleep close to a withering body
And a youngster 
Trying to find that thread 
Between reality and peace 
Slowly sinking 
The smell of cooked Bryani 
Hovering over my brown skin 
My belly full
Humid air circulating 
Across the wide bed 
With Limbs splayed 
Here is the hearth 
Where I was born 
Here is the language of 
My ancestors 
Here is the land 
We have drawn blood and arms for
To cleave ourselves from 
The motherland 
To claim a home 
For the downtrodden 
A crescent moon shines in the sky 
The stars hidden still 
By smog and pollution
I know they shine upon 
This green land 
This prideful country 
Still I stay 
In the midst of sleep and wake 
It’s a land far from imagination 
If I just open an old suitcase
I’m once again 
In the place I could’ve been 
Yet I’m farther away now 
Than I’ve ever been 
A blessing 
And a lesson 


Sooner or later

I’ll sing a haunting melody 

Of the pasts I’ve seen

Soon I shall 

Write upon the tomb 

Here I shall lay 

In decay 

Withering away

After such fruitless endeavors 

I have only 

Metal objects and paper 

To keep me company 

In my cold and shallow home 

In the dark damp soil 

Soon I shall return 

Where I have come from 

I will bury myself in dirt

While others mourn and pity 

My life form 

Hidden beneath the stale Earth

They trample upon 

My resting grave 

And my soul is torn asunder 

I shall look upon them 

From the 7 layers of the Universe 

And pity their mindless slumber

For I did not awaken 

Until I was placed 

Where they thought it was broken 

Where they thought it was dirty

Not knowing all along 

The place they walked and breathed 

Was the purgatory 

Soon I shall watch 

With quiet contemplation 

The folly of mankind 

As we tear each other 


Only to return 

To our eternal bed 

Deep in the earth 

Reprieve from our 

Illogical Ways 


Let me explore the dark side of the moon

Make my way around endless 

Everlasting galaxies 

Let me sink deep into the ocean’s depths 

Let me fly higher than any bird or airplane 

Let me sleep until sleep comes no more 

Let me breathe until my chest expands 

Let me live

Let me live 

For I have just

Enough of the same value

As everyone else on this world 

Life and Death 

I have been close enough 

To death 

To feel it infiltrate my thoughts 

On more than one occasion

I have felt the fear of losing 

And letting go 

And sinking into eternal slumber 

Yet Death is so charismatic 

And whilst terrifying 

Presents a lusty thought 

Of escape 

And the part of me

Anchored to reality 

Anchored to my life 

And my family 

Drops me to my knees 

Not in surrender 

But pleading for mercy 

I believe that only One 

Who has borne you and created you 

From mud and clay 

Can return you to a grave 

When it is your time 

And it is one of the many reasons 

I am still here 


Chance Encounters

I ambled toward

the back of the room

as I always had

never missing a beat

I imagined that

your gaze had never landed

on me.

Why would this

chance encounter

be one that could

spin me on my axis

make me feel as

light as a butterfly

make me feel as

though I could fly

towards the moon?

Maybe the boy

who looked curiously on

knew my dilemmas

But alas,

I guess the clock’s

timing is misguided

because in comes

a regal Queen

who intertwines

her hand

with his.

How could I

be so foolish as

to forget?

I was the ugly duckling.

Burning Stories

There is a story
Burning in my mind
Screaming to be let
Out of its cage
Yet my pen
Does not convey
The desires I hold
Within my lonely
The books are torn
Shredded to pieces
The pages run
Like tears after mascara has run
The stories are burned
Each savior lost
Traditions mangled
As I turn my threads
To dust
Do you see the pain
You have caused
My dear by
Allowing me to
To imagine
A life
A lonely existence
It is
Without you, to hold you close
My dear
As I close the book
Another fairytale is gone
I must return now
To forced reality
A dream
That will never
Come true
Love is lost.

This is the World We Live In

This is the world we live in 

When lies and opinions 

Permeate our news sources 

This is the world we live in 

When we can easily disregard 

Mental health issues as if they were fake 

This is the world we live in 

When we compare our lives to others 

Based off of glorified social media pics

This is the world we live in 

When college students are taught 

That the world is better but we are blind 

This is the world that we live in 

Our noses up to debt 

But no decent job or salary in sight 

This is the world we live in 

When we can burn people based on 

The color of their skin 

This is the world we live in 

When the government watches our 

Every move and conversation 

This is the world we live in 

When we are faced with nuclear weapons 

But refuse to admit they exist 

This is the world we live in 

Generating so much waste 

Toxic for our skin and for our water 

This is the world we live in. 

Only the peaceful days that pass us by 

Full of family and laughter  

Can be my salvation 

Wasting time faster than wasting money 

We strive to look into others lives

Hoping by some miracle that we could 

Find what we’re looking for 

And our phones are glued to our hands 

And we spend too much time worrying about our instagram 

We see the world through others eyes 

And hope to god that we can still get by

Just waiting for the newest iPhone

And who cares how we spend our money

We could get drunk and smoke till we’re thirty and someone will just write us a nice 

Small eulogy. 

Who cares that we’re gone someone will just 

Pick up where we left our ashes off

And who cares what we waste our time on 

Someone will still post on our Facebook page “oh how I miss those days”

And only the number of likes 

Could ever represent the people that still 

Stuck around looking at your empty page 


There are flowers growing in your mouth

When you meet someone new 

Sweet honey and milk drops from your lips

Too bad they don’t see 

The rotten carcasses 

Of the flowers that have wilted 

And the milk that has spoiled 

That the new beds spring upon