Her wide eyes,
framed with dark lashes
A straight face,
thin lips,
a long nose,
a haughty expression.
Hair black as raven,
skin a light brown,
her eyebrows forming a small frown.
A careless look.
Proud and happy.
But if you look carefully,
her eyes dart,
slowly nervously.
her hands form fists.
Her arms are sweaty,
Face heavy,
with exhaustion.
I know who she is, I know all too well.
I know all about her.
Her secrets.
Her lies.
Her dreams,
Her nightmares.
Why wouldn’t I? wouldn’t you?
of course I do. I should.
when I look into the mirror, that’s what I see.
That little scared girl,
That is me

path to freedom

We carved a path to freedom,
the bricks made out of hopes and dreams,
slowly tearing at the seams

We cried tears,
that were not ours,
we trudged on,
On the path that we never made.

we broke trust,
Our will was never our own.

But we walked on,
head held high,
tied together, the frayed edges.

we connected with strangers,
we sacrifice our life,
for them, and for our loved ones,
there is no difference.
We carry a mark,
inside our hearts,
a wound so deep,
that we will never,
be able to see our country free.