I was a living nightmare,
sick of these
human
and heinous minds
I will remain
like many
however,
this must end
Tag: america
COMPLACENCY
Camouflage
midday sun melts
like silk in thin limestone crevices
squint between
the folds of your
kufiyah
protect yourself
from the sand,
military presence
hidden in desert hills
destruction in the
desert
a warm breeze
brings home the faint smell
of gold
Cardamom
steeped dark like
kinks in your morning hair
dried, savory spice
crack between your teeth
bitter only to the inexperienced
tongue, English does not yet come easy
twenty years later and still
cardamom tea unmistakeably
tastes like home
– a song for Iraq
