How can I ever change things that I feel?
Sexuality, home and change I look down at the lapel of my coat. Fuck. The badges. I forgot to take…
Rocks
I see rocks, cement blocks, gradually crumbling.Water flows and erodes them,wind blows and throws themaway.In time they melt.Slowly it happens…
Nomad
I live in a suitcase, My head rests on a pile of scrunched up multi colored socks, Bedsheets made of…
You know we care…
Pursuing Masters in Health and ID, I enjoy writing poetry on social issues. This poem is based on the theme-…
Love/Hate
I was embarrassed when you first showed up That first night And my agony at your existence It intensified over…
Strong is the new beautiful
A shift in women’s representation in the Gulf media As a Saudi woman interested in media and gender studies, when…
After
Sometimes the monster rears its headSome days I can’t get out of bedGrey mornings and I feel the dreadBut no…
Please give my body to the night
Please give my body to the nightIt never ceased to serve me rightBut though it tries with all its mightIt…
Munch
I shudder with the crunchWith every munch I cringeI revel in the plungeI feel my mind unhingeFall with the novel…
Gay, Lesbian, Queer, Bi?
I’m gay. It’s a Friday afternoon, and as I stand in front of a crowd of teenagers, the words echoing…
