11.12.15

11.12.15

And all the word hangs in the balance of what you don’t yet have

And all you are is a matter of what you are not

Until one day when you suddenly feel

Like the skin you have has been shredded enough

When you have been in all places unkind

The better place is somewhere inside

Freedom is in the colors you hide

 

Momina Arif

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