I love my lines:
Forehead expressions, corners of eyes…
See the remnants of a decade’s smile
I am not made of alabaster –
Humanity wrapped in wHoliness
colored with laughter,
it’s the feeling I’m after.
It’s the feeling I’m in.
The color of Earth, the sex of yin –
I’ve been written – maktub
And am written within
Stretched, colored and etched to define
traced in veins, sipped with wine
dripped in ink, read on braille
To Love is to Know
to Know one must show
I came here to feel what it’s like to be real,
written and transcribed
remembered through your lens and mine.
I am not your fantasy.
I am mine.
© Asha T’nae. All Rights Reserved 2016.
IMAGE: Saddi Khali