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
She was wrong.
as gentle as drizzles
and fierce as wildfires.
we’re blood and bones
when we’re but paper and poetry.