I was raised as a mother,
Never as the daughter.
A burden they carried,
Never the healer.

I was the giver,
Never the receiver—
And for one single mistake,
I became the villain.

There exists an ocean

of words—

beautiful and meaningful.

Yet, sometimes

someone finds

just one word,

powerful enough

to turn a life

upside down.

My root country hits number 1 in poverty
My adopted land feeds on misogyny
I worry -
Will anyone ever fancy me?

Emitting excessive carbon dioxide
We overhear yet choose to hide
Can’t utter the word genocide.

I’m terrified.
Never mind the political divide
I'm just spiralling - my job's rather boring and public speaking is frightening.

Also, the US’s worryingly embarrassing
Ukraine can’t seem to win and Yemen’s endlessly starving
It’s wildly concerning -
the acne growing on my skin.

As for my third country, we defy regularly
the French are praised for protesting
‘Collective dispute for systemic integrity.’

It all sounds empowering -
but I gained 10 kilos and it’s dismorphing.

Fear is the key, Fear is the key
Fear is the key to unlock all the doors
Fear can make you stand still, rooted to the ground
Like a giant oak tree which has stood unmovable for decades

Fear can also give you a turbo-boosting propulsion
Like a rocket launching into space  at supersonic speed
Fear can lock the propulsion inside of you, hidden all along
Like a giant mass of icebergs beneath the ocean

Fear nothing but fear itself
Fear is good, Fear Is Bad, But Fear Is Necessary
Fear Is Necessary For Your Survival, Know Danger
For If You Know Not Fear, You Know No Danger

Know Fear, Understand The Fear. Embrace Fear
But Do Not Let Fear Control You, Rule You
Fear Is An Insidious type that can Creep Up Behind You
Always There Lurking In The Shadows

The clouds find me at night,
wrapping me in their quiet arms.
I feel warm, safe,
lost in their softness.
But when morning tears them away,
light lays me bare.
The world sees everything—
and I stand,
naked, exposed,
with no place to hide,
waiting for dusk to
bring back the clouds.

Am I really hurt?
Or is it just my way of hiding my mistakes?
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just that I am exhausted of life?
Am I really hurt?
Or is it just me playing the victim card?
I ask these questions from the universe,
But all I get are hollow whispers.
I ask these questions from the crowd,
But all I get are pity stares.
I wonder if my heart is broken
And fear undressed.
I wonder if I am just choosing between life and death.
All this seems *******.
All this seems unrealistic.
But these are my questions
And this is my poetry.
I like my broken self.
Or do I really?
But these are my questions.
And you've got no right
To decide who I am...

Social media brings
sadness
loneliness
depression
anxiety
suicide
bullying
hurtful
angry
time wasted
social media brings
happiness
joyfulness
money
Fame
friends
followers
time to share
both spread news good or bad
brings families together
break up relationships
social media brings the good and the bad
be careful