Poems from Alenasayy
TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY
The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it.
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around...
One night on my laptop, I typed a poem and called it “life” because that’s what I had to deal with and that’s what it was all about. I...
Felicity C. Jones lay quite still in her casketLike a pretty dead doll in a little girl’s basket.Simon was first at the funeral, by her...
Felicity C. Jones lay quite still in her casketLike a pretty dead doll in a little girl’s basket.Simon was first at the funeral, by her...