Who would feed the Orphans?

My heart is a pancake, Shared by the poor and homeless And there is a poetic spot, That belongs to the orphans Who are covered with my blood, Seeking for a home, All these ages I wonder, Who are those…
My heart is a pancake, Shared by the poor and homeless And there is a poetic spot, That belongs to the orphans Who are covered with my blood, Seeking for a home, All these ages I wonder, Who are those…
My arrogant silence looms over me, His voice like a truth, Like a bumble bee. My ears have the sight, Each ear has the right To see! It is such a messy heaven, Like taking a breath and given The…
They said ‘your voice shouldn’t be heard’,‘We need a woman without sound’,Then I asked my god,‘O lord, do I count?’And He answered me in short;‘Raise your voice and shout’. They said ‘we need a perfect doll’,Walking and stopping when we…
As an African child I crawled on my mama’s arms Searching for an imaginary house Which bore me with a fancy view Of the passing clouds upon my head. As an African child I jumped many times of seeing the…
I remember! Yes, I remember this letter When my tears decided to escape Out of me, I felt that is better My soul took over my shape I heard him laughing at me and Clearly making fun of me, How…
Everyone has heard of Costa’s miracles in our grey village; the boy who had a wooden toy and a cheerful wren bird. His giant miracles were in his spoken wooden toy which could create a lot of jokes in a…