The Somalian Child

Could I have it? Your last piece of bread, the one you are about to throw away? What of your used teabag? I haven’t had tea in a while. How about your food? The one you left on your plate last night. I wouldn’t mind, although it’s cold. What of an apple? Heard of it in tales, never tasted it. Where I’m from, we can’t grow apples. Would you mind lending me a blanket, for when it gets cold at night?...

DADDY SAYS...

Talk but with humor,Read but with understanding,Smile but with passion,Judge but with sinceri...

My Little Sister,

SO here's one...appreciate :D maybe a bit amateur-ish ...forgive me for i wrote this back when i was very young. My little sister fell in love,I was shocked, And later became furious,I knew what it meant,It meant she was going away. I didn’t want her to leave,I wanted her to stay,After all she was my sister,I was selfish. One night I told her how I felt,She told me that I also left homeTo be with...

Update:

So here are the poems i said i was goin to post...being a hella busy thats w...

Update:

So today i'm going to post some poems i wrote way back when i was in high school. Never showed them to anyone apart from my mum and my aunt who wanted to get them published but then she passed....anyways i was a very insecure and sensitive child....now...well lets just say i'm confident enough to post them up and read the comments that follow....Later today,please read and leave your commen...

The Girl Behind The Curtain

The girl behind the curtain,The one no one can see,With scars on her face,And pain in her eyes.They look but don’t see her,She cries but they don’t see her tears,She screams but they can’t hear her,So she sleeps behind the curtains.Behind the curtains she’s safe,She has no one but the voices in her...

Imperfect Love

 She is not perfect,She complains a lot,She gets angry easily,And she is dead boring. She has bad hair,She's  not tall,She talks too much,And she eats a lot. Every time he tells her he loves her,She wonders what it is he loves,He deserves someone better, she thought,Someone perfect,One day she asked him, He told her“The more imperfect you are, the more I love you”, And...