Poems from aysha_khawaja
This goes out to Mr. Donald Trump,
running for presidency,
in this oh so beautiful country,
chatting on about how we need some damn liberty...
The autumn winds,
Kissing her cheek,
While sweeping,
The hair out of her face.
Leaves change color,
From luscious green to a sunset...
The gun shots,
The cries,
The lifeless bodies,
Laying in the city of love.
Headlines the next day,
“12 dead”,
“Al-Qaeda takes...
Dozens of eyes,
Attached to a screen,
Oblivious to the world around them.
All chatter ceased,
As the light brightens their faces,...
The girl in the mirror,
Purely unfiltered,
Afraid of the world,
Terrified of its whispers.
The glass wall surrounds her,
Reflecting the...