So I know I haven’t posted anything in a while, and I had promised this poem back in March, but I’m back! That’s good, right? I’ll write an update tomorrow so you guys know what I’m up to. I feel like there’s some big stuff.
Anywho this is the second poem that I had prepared for the Poetry Slam at York University. I did not qualify to the second round, so no one has really heard this. Or read it.
Matches and fires, sticks with barbed wires;
Chaos and fear run happily and free.
Great big men in suits, and other liars,
Will be the first amongst you who will flee.
Recently, I performed two poems I wrote at a Poetry Slam hosted by the Thaqalayn Muslim Association and the Islamic Relief at York University. It was amazing event, with some awesome and passionate talent. It was incredibly inspiring to hear other people’s work, as well as their ideas. This is the first poem that I performed.
A family of trees huddle together in the forest; Some young, some old, both big and tall. Birds come from far, in the forest they nest; They know these trees, together, will never fall.