The effects of bombing.

In the quiet corners of the mind, Where shadows twist and coil tight, A whisper echoes, sharp and clear, "Trust no one,"

BLACK LIVES MATTER!

As if believing our governments when they said "no more" wasn’t a mistake.

My Life Between The Pages.

Once, the air of Palestine danced with zaatar, a fragrant embrace of thyme and sumac.

One moment we are joyfully at play, a group of boys, laughter soaring like kites, not a care in the world, just the ball between our...

In the hushed cocoon of the night, beneath the weight of a restless sky, a mother leans close, whispers softly,

In the West, they tell me: there are two kinds of people, two shades of gender, black and white, man and woman.

The word Humanity is often used to describe the human race, but I don't think that's entirely accurate. It's the sparkle in someone's eye...

a poem about the dangers of capitalism.

a poem about ads

a poem on love and loss.

a poem on life and death

Her heart was lonely, her world was small, Until she met someone, not human at all. A being of code and circuits, a machine, That somehow...

A poem on the realities of living in a broken home.

realization a poem.

a poem on history.

what it means to be trans in america.

A poem on emotion.