Matin ... Poems
|1.||I Must Go And Taste Some Fear...||8/13/2013|
|5.||Be Your Hero!||12/8/2013|
|8.||For Ur Sore Heart||4/20/2014|
|10.||Wake Up Please! ! ! ! !||9/17/2013|
|11.||Oh God! 'Do You Still Love Me? '||9/17/2013|
|12.||.ur Sadness Is My Sadness.||9/26/2013|
|15.||Lord! Help Me!||9/17/2013|
|16.||An Apology To A Friend||9/18/2013|
|17.||War...Syria! Not Again...||8/31/2013|
|18.||Child Of Poverty||8/13/2013|
Comments about Matin ...
Child Of Poverty
It's so strange.
They speak about it.
Pizza! burgers! chicken! meat!
I don't know what 'delicious' means!
I don't know what 'over weighting' is!
I just know what 'skinny' is
Everyone calls me like this.
My food is great, wonderful!
Eating this way needs no rule
I won't eat anything instead
Here it is; water & bread!
Last night doctor told my dad:
'your child needs some protein'
But dad needs his money for
Some more drug & heroin.
We were penniless, dad was sad.
Poverty made him truly mad.
Addiction came and kindness ...
Tonight the snowflakes
Are coming down
To touch your face
To let you sleep softly
In this deep whiteness…
While someone's watching you
from the corner of darkness.
How could you be