Deceiving Apology, by Haadia Zainab
rattling out of the chained gates I have for lips
feels like the sky at dusk
a gradient of lilac and crimson
with stars strewn
you could count them on your fingers
mumbling a half hearted apology
with a but a tinge of guilt
to a drought-stricken city
Paper and Poetry
Paper and Poetry, by Haadia Zainab
a house of cards
and believed it was one of bricks.
Trusting it to remain unfazed
in the face of a storm.
She was wrong.
as gentle as drizzles
and fierce as wildfires.
we’re blood and bones
when we’re but paper and poetry.