Poems from xubaire
Disability.
The lack of an ability.
A table with a missing leg.
Or a chair with an absent arm.
You come to understand.
That this is...
Bring Back our girls
We mourn.
We shout
We scream.
Sometimes we wish.
That this had never been.
But we turn to God.
The one who sees; the...
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
It crafts, a craft, but craft it cannot. ...
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
They give and give.
But can...
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
But yet it doesn't feel right.
You...