I'm the poem itself
Poetry is my unfiltered blood
And my breath
I write my laughter
And my tears
I paint the sky,
with my poetic magic
I write and swim in the
Ocean of pure poetry
I write when the scotching
Sun is set to bed
I write where water became ice
I write on every wall of friends' heart
I write on how the lamp
Sell the light at dusk
My sparkling pen bleeds
When I'm over the moon
And when the stars are not
Shining, my ink speaks
To reflect pure poetry,
And for my brighter tomorrow
Ringing I
The bell of hope with my pen
Even when the drum is cool
My magical pen speaks to
Stand for no defeat
But paint a life no repeat.
My pen bleeds
For my life is poetry
I write to be the voice of voiceless mothers
I write with the ink
Made of hope and wisdom
From my golden heart.
I sleep on verses and stanzas
My pen is always awake
To break silence
I rise despite
All my falls
I'm not a poet
I'm the poem itself.
By Nusaiba Alkasim Muhammad
