Poems from kailimmehu
Tread carefully in the forest, my dear
There are spirits among the trees.
Patient, uneasy, and waiting.
They stay high among the branches...
My mother wanted to name me Nina.
The dreamer.
Talented, highly flavored and strong.
A woman whose voice spanned generations.
A woman whose...
My blood is a map that i cannot read.
My skin a story in languages that overlap.
My hair a crown to civilizations lost.
A sad thing it is...
Pain doesn't have to be the universal crash-course workshop for art, but poetry is a thing like no other.
It flows from fingertips and...