Yes, I am from the diaspora
Yes, I am the girl from outside


Maybe I am becoming more aware of my own humanity
Maybe the loss of the one who birthed me makes me feel things more deeply
Maybe it is seeing my people express their pain through tears and poetry

Here I am in front of the screen
thousand of miles away
grieving with you all


How do you stop those lost souls
who are addicted to raising hell upon a place
that once was the closest thing to heaven?

How do you stop those empty bodies
from breaking our legs  and taking away our light?

How do you stop them from stealing our soul?