Poems from yazmeen

three years old -- mumma tells me "dont disrespect a book else it will not teach you all that it knows" i listen to her and see the book in...
they all give me wary eyes cross the road to avoid crossing paths pull their children closer  holding them tighter the drunk men hoot at my...
"how much is too much" i ask my mirror whilst i cake on the makeup too light for my skin they dont want me because i dont look like them  i...
you were a rainbow so i too became one to please you yet you cut me so deeply i burst into a multitude of colour yet to you all i'll ever...
giver of birth and the reason of me you sacrificed your hunger so i could feed off of your breast you gave up sleep so i could have mine oh...