Writing

VERSE #1:

Why can life be so hard?

Why can it leave you broken and scarred?

Why can the world be so mean?

I don't know why

but something in me loves

to dance

just out of death's grasp

to let an inch decide my next breath

it makes me feel

in control 

as I swerve and dodge the line

There was a girl.

Dancing with the little kids,

and smiling.

He,

the one watching her,

forgot what it was like to be happy like that.

She, 

the girl,

reminded him.

sometimes it doesn't make sense

did these women pay attention to the fact that they were non consensually kissed

or did no one else in the kingdom have the same shoe size as cinderella?

I sit with a smile on my lips, my brother—Abu—

beside me as the kettle begins to sing.

Moomins fill the screen, hattifatteners too.

The TV light painting over my blue.  

I’ve had pomegranates twice in my 17 years.

Each time, I was awed at how 

something with such a mysterious foreign air

 could hold so many intricate bursts of joy. 

All I’ve got is the shell: