My refuge

When you want to know my true thoughts you tell me to envision a pitch black room

Well I’m not in Kansas anymore Toto

I am here

Sitting in a bathroom

This pattern

This bathroom

Here I found refuge after a rape


Is my darkest escape


I imagine

Hanging myself from the shower rod


I turn imaginations into experimentations

But I can’t sneak another belt into the bathroom without you getting suspicious

Like you care

So here

I am

Caressing curtains

Mimicking a noose

Until my muscles grow tired then I let it loose

This shower curtain has hugged me tighter

Than my mother ever has

And you chalk my emotions up to “for myself I’m feeling sad,”

If you only knew

This bathroom conjures

A refuge

From rape

After rape

After fucking rape

And you wonder why I get so sad in the space that I escape

But I’m a burden

Every fucking stab in my back I deserve it

Every pain that’s ingrained was always worth it

Every painful purpose I was born to serve it





Are desensitized to my cries

Like a sociopath


Are detached

From the feeling behind the tears


Play, like a symphony,


Violin-shrill voice, the cacophony

 Of my fears



To how I react

Not once do



The reason for me being blue

If I…

Am the victim

Then you…

Are the symptom

That helped lead the situation eschew


You say I am playing the victim

When the actors of this situation

Have left me brittle and bruised

So my apologies

If I have been literally, emotionally beaten down

Lord forbid I have the nerve to show it too


I do not cry for the fun of it

I cry because I am fragile

And you are heavy handed

So I know when you are about to break me

With every tear

I am exiled

I’m beginning to think you truly hate me


It’s unbelievable

Even deceivable

Your mechanical mechanisms for barring out emotion

When we are at our worst, we tend to show our truest devotion

You leave via vehicle far too big for the road you choose to travel down

Your voice the vessel for words much too hard for me to wrestle without feeling like eventually I’ll drown

Spring Equinox

Spring has come

Yet the only thing

It seems

Has sprung forward

Are my loved ones

Mental illness symptoms

The love of my life

Overwhelmed with depression


That seems to come in patterns

I want to help them

My mom

Pissing me off

Yet what I fail to notice is that she’s about to have a manic episode

My grandma

Stricken with anxiety

Now that my mom has stolen her van

And she has no clue where she’ll go


Up at three a.m.

Taking it all in



Wondering why people keep trying me

I don’t know

Three people

Yesterday I hung out with people with Muslim roots

I thought of you

People whose parents come from three different countries in the middle east

Children who existed on various spectrums of our rainbow

I was intrigued

I wiggled my way in

Into their conversation

By common words I had learned —on my own and from you

Kaifa hal?

I inquired.


One responded.


I…met a guy who told me he substitutes cocaine for psychotropic medications when he runs out

Until his next refill

Because something has to keep his chemical levels from dipping

He needed an “upper”


I met a woman

Who told me of the pressures her parents put her under

How she rebelled

How she met the love of her life, not taking them seriously

Their first interaction a threesome

Now they’re getting married


How she lost all of her friends due to that proposal

Because they so badly wanted to be the first.


We connected.

I felt vibes of one attempting to come onto me.

Beat them at their game and slipped into the night.


On my ride home I pondered.


Not looking, she found what I want

I reflected back on others’ experiences that let them to this type of commitment

Cheating, open relationships, threesomes.

I feel like I exist on some other plane

Are these things the things one must do to secure a future with you?

I am saddened because no matter how hard I work

I end up empty handed

And this type of work that’s left, the work to which I refer, are just not made for my hands to attend to.



I’ve slit my metaphorical wrists

With the sharp shards of our broken love

And words are pouring out of me

Words, thoughts, I’ve kept in

Feelings that have been coursing through my blood stream for so long

Why does pain have to be the blessing that a writer wishes for

To create?

A beautiful little fool

Is that truly the best thing a girl can be?

To be happy, must we turn a blind eye to what makes us sad?

It’s in the eye of the beholder

It’s how you see it

What’s your perspective?

Silly Dreams

I have dreams

Dreams that look more like love películas

Where the story line tells me that this moment in our duration is only the building tension

Ready to give way to the romantical climax

That we will part

But come running back

I have dreams that while you’re away

 You’ll realize the whole time you’ve been stuck in some haze

And we’ll come running back towards each other full force

Crashing into each other

Merging into one

Running so fast that it’ll seem like we’ve got a train we just can’t miss

And that is our relationship

I have a dream that, come May, you’ll show up to my graduation day

And propose to me

And that we’ll leave the country on an excursion

To the blossoming chapter of our reborn love

I have dreams

That all the hard work we’ve put in will pay off

Because no one will love the other more than we do each other

I have dreams

But is it just a dream?

Am I only a hopeless romantic?

I hope not…