Shy Writers

As I stood

Smoking, I remembered

How I have never been held

And as tears exposed the pains long

Forgotten

I became.

The stranger I have always despised

Laying naked, inside open

Just enough for the world

To see it’s end

One of those long hated

Human.

Saw me as one of them

Weeping among them

For there were no arms

To call home,

No grail to recollect my rain

After long escapades into

 Utopia

I have always made mine.

Remenisce

In nostalgia how

Beautiful, we were

With vision from closed eyes

Behind walls.

They fall,

Surely,

But there still were no

Home.

With the lack of expertise in architecture

I Proceeded to make one.

Djellia Mala Sam Niane