The poem portraits the escalation of insecurity In the north, ranging from incessant killings and kidnappings.
It is the philosophy of a person, lost in his head, lost in the world. It is the philosophy of a person who can’t find himself any longer.
to all the unfortunate children in the world, they deserve a voice.
This is for the days we try to figure out why a misfortune has happened. What we did that brought it out way and how we could have avoided it.
Timelines are different they told me.
“Mid-age crisis,” therapist said was reason for my depression.
Don’t stress, don’t worry.
When are you getting married?
It’s not about the ripped jean,
Nor the red tie and the blue blazers.
Rather, the need to put people in boxes,
Like we are.