Poems from Em Anekaf
A lawyer to be who dabbles in acting, singing, dancing, cooking, knitting, reading, writing and ranting about mental illness, since I suffer from OCD and depression myself. I'm happiest when I'm at church. If you take the time to read my work and tell me what you think, I'll love you forever.
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Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is...
When you kiss me, I scream intoyour mouth as hard as I canso every time you puffa cigarette, youmight think of me.
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make...
A dying tree makes me weep.How beautiful it once was,how it will never be again.It’s branches no longer bend.It longs for sleepas Spring...
I am not this ugly skin,I am the soul that lives within.It is my job to see it through,it is the least that I can do.A wonderful God made...