Poems from lailaa726
My story is one that many question;
There is no clear direction.
His story is unfair:
He had so much soul inside him,
But his soul...
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses
To address the issues of the political injustice in our...
Perfection is a fruitless desire.
All my attempts make me tire.
Still, I have this hope:
Maybe one day, I’ll learn to cope.
What did I do
To make you think it was okay
To not only leave me out of your circle,
But to make me feel so small,
Like I don’t even matter...
Sitting next to my peers,
Who have consistently filled my eyes with tears,
Is a painful exposition into the realm of self-hate.
I’m...