homeland burning

beginning

"my voice is the offspring of two countries colliding."
rupi kaur, the sun and her flowers.

"there are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground. there are a thousand ways to come home again." - jalaluddin rumi

these poems are old

these poems are new

they were born from the strongest winters, the prettiest summers

marrowed in smiles like tangerine popsicles

born from tears like paradise oceans

the past can be scary, but isn't it

the reason

we exist

read. think. read again. reflect. read again. remember.