The angles, the curves
The points in which my anatomy intertwines
Braided into the outline of a crooked bay
As if it was improvised

I am a kaleidoscope
compiled with infinite colors.
A cosmic spectrum of hues.

قيلَ إن أفضل ما يمكن أن يفعله المرء لنفسه هو أن يجدها. أن يخلق مرسى لترسوا عليه أفكاره بين تخبط أمواجها و أن يحتفظ ببويضاته العذراء ليلدها

If I tell you to imagine a doctor, you will directly picture a man, whereas if I tell you to think of a nurse, your mind will immediately perceive a woman.

Stick to me like a smoky breath after I have had my fifth cigarette  Even if I brush my newly stained teeth  or chew mint flavoured bubblegum It is sometimes…

In fact, mothering, teaching, and nursing are just a few examples of care work that societies cannot persist without. However, just like most kinds of care work, they are gendered and feminized and thus highly undervalued and underappreciated.

My love, my hope, my faithful patriots
Are slowly dying to stay alive
Presented with only two

Undignified choices to survive:
The fisherman’s bread
Or
The sashimi of corruption

Is the process of undoing, molding, and forming the Self linear? Are we in a perpetual state of forming? We invite you to write.

The paper lies empty on my bed at night
And my pen won’t bleed anymore

My blood is boiling,
My mind is running on a treadmill powered by broken thoughts,
shards here and there
all over the pillows and the sheets.