The Truth of Our Generation By Jana Shehab How often does one get to express himself? The young girl sits in the rocking chair A beautiful night it is But the girl was predisposed to look downwards All thoughts but hers fill her decomposing head How come? How come her self-expression is not worth..
Only The Beginning One of the many things that keep me awake at night, when the lights are off, my window is halfway open, and I can hear the cars as they pass by, or the distance sound of walking, is my potential. My potential keeps me up at night. One of the many fears..
Scattered Thoughts Two windows gaze out at the world. One is bustling and fizzling; The other is present but idle – Comatose. – One has seen and loved the imperial city that lies in the heart of Europe – a land rife with kaleidoscopic landscapes and treasures. Home. My Lieblingsstadt. The same window has also..
She Waits For Me (The Beggar Woman) The morning has barely broken, yet mourning screams silently from below. She waits for me. I wrest myself from restful bliss to a world rife with strife. She waits for me. I shower in streams of warmth. This warmth is selfish; it does not extend beyond extremities, and..
“Stretch your arm no farther than your sleeve will reach.” Be ambitious. Set goals. “Don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” But don’t be haughty. What will be will be. Que sera sera. Remember, remember the thirty-first of December, The day of unearthing and penning resolutions..
I am often lost… Often lost – and happily so, might I add – in a world of books. Rather, a world of words. Written words. “What’s so appealing about it?” “It’s too much.” “It’s boring.” “It requires too much thought.” Well, here it is; This is why it’s so appealing: I don’t know…..
Hi, I, Hekmet Abdulla, was born in Gaza in 1987, I, Hekmet Abdulla, died in Gaza in 2005, Me, who was beaten to death, Like a dear in an arena of lions striving for help and a breath of life. Except this lion was my father Hi, my name is Hekmet Abdulla Dragging me by..
There it goes… There it goes again… Casting stones… There it goes Trying to bruise you scare you, somehow tear you down There it goes again… The voices, dark and cold Casting stones All the imperfections in intervention invading your space And as you get older the voices get louder the road seems longer and..
“Betrayal” I yearned for something great True love, that wasn’t fake you made my heart deteriorate While I stayed up all night, thinking about you You betrayed me , with a guy I never knew I kept questioning myself “How could you?” Oh how I thought of the ways I could torture you Nevertheless, it’s..
Feminist A word A word most people are afraid of labeling themselves as It’s a word which society is ashamed of They are so caught up with the false interpretations This word has lost its true meaning Behind those majestic crashes there will be gentle waves Because you’re a girl Mama can I play sports..
Sitting on the bus seat, comfortable more than I have ever been Headphones are in Listening to the music; characterizing every sound of every word, byte, and music beat For I was relaxed No work pressure No friend drama No teacher drama No grade issues The mind was empty At least for now I looked..
To the airport I go And out that window the land I seek The temperature outside was so low The airplane’s fuel tank started to leak The ground beneath us shook And the violent wind blew Outside we took a look And there the old hag flew There a new tornado came It swallowed the..
Can a person really hate another? Maybe a slight dislike or might consider an enemy or indifferent, But can a person really hate another? Well, It can happen Yet it is scarce as it is of our human nature to sympathize As it is of human nature to act authentic in front of others, which..
State the duration of your stay State your identity, State your gender I’m of 15 years, I am a spawn What’s between my legs is none of your concern Spare me the burn of your judgement I’m a captive of the cage Tight bars glisten in triumph, bars imprinted with mockery As my age increases,..
Death Death is bad Death is misery Death is pain Death is punishment That is what most imagine However, this is stereotypical For a women living in constant fear, death is her salvation For a child getting abused, death is its place of serenity For a poor wife worried how will she feed her children..
Sun of God, How bright, your smile is, Breathing life into my kin. Sun of God, How hollow a death, your’s will be Consuming the life of my kin. Sol of God, My Sol, The only Sol, That brought life, to my soul, Sweet Ra, I’ll leave you, Like the others did, That fire, inside..
You can’t hang on to yourself, So just let go. Wondering lonesome street, I will stay out until my lungs bleed. The last breath, of a living man, Will be waste, on what could have been Before it fades, Into a flash, As the bang echoes, And the braille stains. There’s no turning back, Like..
The workers will march, To the beat of the drum, Drained, bruised, and broken They have nowhere to run. Emancipation just a lifetime away, Just another ordinary slave. With hammers and sickles They ideally work away. The mothers cry, Over their lost child’s soul, As the fathers drink, To find warmth in the undertow The..
The following is presented for the purpose of expressing the corruption of middle eastern stereotypes as Muslim “terrorists”, regarding the several attacks carried out in the western world. For the need to categorize humans, specifically dangerous ones, overwhelms humans into subjecting all people under one label. November 13th A Friday night A Paris attack A..
An invisible hand Branding us with our employee badges Controlling our ethics and money The top 5% That built our world based on a manipulative fantasy A fantasy where the people are ignorant to the brutal reality of the world It is thrown casually behind our backs Buried beneath the routine and the “right from..