Poems from Ahlam
Because my blood can’t flow into your streams without killing methe way ink can flow from my handsto this pageto a million different...
I knew a boy who lit up blocks at a time with his shadowwho had ears that would stick out like curious pleaspast his childhood hair and...
WearingHijabs and hoodies could get you killedQuicker than overdosing on prescription pills
WearingYour skin a certain color whose past...
What plunder
Walk two moons and a September
in these embroidered Sandals
walk past city lines
into populations that look like pre-baked...
These moments of determined shrills
make contact with your leveled feet
a dent in your character,
a red X over memories
needed to...