Poems from nonaasara
There’s a world with two categories.
When dividing people, it’s the go to way to divide.
It’s said that they’re equal.
It’s said that...
I whisper the words to the mirror, I’m sorry.
I find them in the wind, I’m sorry.
The words follow you to every corner, crossroad and...
I am a survivor
At least I am for now
The fear of being consumed
By that wretched death
For a second time
Makes my hands tremble
As if...
i keep my keys
between my fingers
i carry pepper spray
i call my mom
just in case
i text my best friend
i hold my thumb over
the car alarm...
She:
A fighter for those who couldn’t fight,
Born into anti-semitism
Bullied and chastised
Wanting inclusion
Fought until it happened...