Refugee Poem by Mana Kavingyan

When I speak introspectively, the backbone is visible.

They show their backs when speaking openly.

I know myself when I talk to many more faces.

Mirror speaks in silence
Shadow kills me by being not obedient.

I like to be dirty
If brushes reach their colors

I like to be faulty
If you wish to teach me your lessons.

I like to be quirky.
If rush reaches speech spaces

Need a pause
Need my space
even being a refugee

© Manakavingyan