Biography of Sarrah Ibrahim
Writing is the best therapy: }
Mixed race, Muslim, NCIS fanatic and random!
University of Liverpool.
Sarrah Ibrahim Poems
I suck. I have enough pencil cases for the rest of the world, Notepads to cover the face of the Earth, Pens for each and every finger and toe,
Wide awake I lay, Thinking of all the roles I could play, Turning on my hand a shapeless clay, Life maps many routes I may,
Fall Or Fly
Sometimes all I can do is not cry Forget 'let live and fly' I exist and get by You see a smile masking a sigh
Road Less Travelled
Membership cards seem to run out everywhere I go Fully booked Sold out I never get the memo
Take a walk with me, By side me, Shine down on me, Through that silver street,
Can't find that sticker, Smiley face. To cover up the evidence for a shattered soul.
When it all comes crashing down, Not a thread held in tow, Y'let it all flow, A tear for every pain and sorrow,
As the light is flicked to conclude a day, the darkness engulfs all the efforts to maintain a smile for the polite way, We lose our senses, let 'em fly as it may
"Well done" I was told, "Now why do they say you're stupid? " they joked. Come home soon. Me?
Snap a moment Tag 'Lazy Sundays' But why lie? Why substitute?
Where is that angel I saw within? Is she waiting by the horizon? Bring her back I had trust in, I vowed to take a moon walk with,
Told me I was useless. Worthless. Lowest of the low. Accused me of stealing,
It's not personal Didn't mean to be rude That smile meant ever so much more More than I can ever explain
My optimism is melting into tears, Taking forever to roll down my cheeks, Fierce, It's weighing me down,
My optimism is melting into tears,
Taking forever to roll down my cheeks,
It's weighing me down,
Sifting through piles of cloth,