reclaim your voice.
Featured Illustration: Hanifa Abdul Hameed I am told Europe is beautiful in the summer Indian summers try their best to melt you to the ground. How shall I compare thy summer’s day to mine? Our flowers are scorched under the sun The same sun that shines so benevolently on you This same flower that smiles…
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My mother told me to ‘Find someone who we love as hard as you’ I listened and this is where it has taken me An unwanted refugee of your heart A cycle of piercing memories Like my existence is for you to wear And my soul you stole so silently. I cannot speak what…
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When my mental health was at its lowest point, I was given a prescription of Prozac. My mood didn’t dip like before, but I wasn’t happy, either.
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“Mermaid” is my frustration with the poetry community. As a poet, I should not have to write about all the ways I’m repressed and mistreated to satiate a vicarious readership.
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On the fiery fields of Anatolia, She hears the shrill yell of her countrymen. Lead from another land with the ochre and sand.
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I don’t know why I seek validation from the one who only sees me as a number, from the one who reads my name simply as a word with no life attached to it. I don’t know why I seek validation from a society who shushes away cries of change, telling those cries that they’re…
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The crescent moon is glimmering as we’re lying down beneath the stars. The film is silently playing while the fireflies surround the yard. As our hands lightly touch, it makes me want to give you all that I have. Drowning in your ocean blue eyes. The smell of your perfume lingers in my sheets, a…
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One step I took back, one step I took forward. Losing control of my demented mind. Passing by crowded places, many sources of vile spaces. Velvet teardrops are splashing the cold, hard cement ground. As I see the torn leaves dwindling down the narrow road, a sight beckons me to throw it at great height,…
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Years of hiding you have been I wonder why If only you were to take into consideration where you would’ve been Had you not Sooner than later Finding who you were was a painful experience An agonizing inferiority complex you kindled with self Yes. There were those to blame But the shame with self remained…
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