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,
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,
No amount of tipp-ex or rubber will ever be sufficient to erase my mistakes,
Dear father, sorry for the waste of energy, money and space,
Wish I could make you proud, mother.
Yes, it pains me.