Though she be but little, she is fierce – William Shakespeare
by Zahur
Trodding, plodding, every step a fight against survival
Every step a searing pain, betrayed by mother earth
Every blow against the back, and unrelenting trial
The unrelenting fight to take her very worth
To strip her to her bones, to take her dearest smile
Her humanity, it wavers, she gives a little cry
To the ground she tumbles, to lay there, and to die
The whip it is relentless, mercy here a foreign word
Shall she give up now? Her screams, are they unheard?
The only currently found fragment of Zahur’s poem in tribute Lady Wisdom.
Continue reading “to lady wisdom”An excellent 14th birthday,
To the princess who lights up my life.
May she have grace in all her doings,
And a wonderfully happy life.
A wonderously happy birthday,
To my little princess so small.
May her heart be strong and loving,
And may she grow quite tall!
A beautiful, bright birthday,
To this princess who so loves blue.
May she wear her crown with pride,
And may her heart always be true.
The deep, still pool
In my mind
Deep as an ocean
Seek, and find.
Into its deepness, look
And you will see
A reflection of yourself
Growing like a tree.
The bagpipes are really quite nice,
When you stand in the back of the room,
Your face to the open doors—air cold as ice
Washes over you, mingles with sound
Your ears are ringing,
From the bagpipes so loud.
Your eyes are stinging,
from the wind so cold
But really, the bag pipes are nice,
if burst eardrums you normalize!