a space to breathe – my ID is just a membership card
for the club of my nationality. rationally detailed;
but the details of it aren’t the details of my life

my identity formed in numbers, letters, and regional
placement – a birth verification code into a nameless reality;
social norms, laws to conform, my legitimacy by roadblocks
that is confirmed… how I wish it said I love to write poems

that I'm insecure of my self image in the mirror sometimes,
that ageing with grace, is more of a reminder of all the things
I wish I had done at a younger age – a collection of my desires
and experiences; the love I have to give, love I hope to one
day receive, all the places I hope to dream, a place…

sigh,




                     a space to breathe.

I wanna be loved
I wanna be adored
to be desired inside and out
it's said that I am
but just how much I do not know
I doubt and I doubt
am I truly treasured?
in the way that I honestly want?
those questions echo in my mind, like a taunt
I wanna be loved
I wanna be adored
Somebody hear my thoughs

I believe that these poems changed me,
That they changed the way I view the world.
I believe they changed the way I think of things,
And the way my feelings wirl.

just because you don't see
the salty tears running down
on my cheeks, doesn't mean
the sadness behind them
doesn't exist inside me.

to stop
dreaming
that was
my worst nightmare

Stop telling me facts about life on morning and let me smoke