POEMS

VERMINS

Even from dirt, that which is beautiful can be born
Just because we are throwaways
Doesn’t make us rags that should be torn
You are blind to our beauty
Because we reek of filth
Yet you don’t know our story
Or the countless times we have fell
Like a monolith
We rise higher and higher
Heaps mounting at your door step
We are Phoenix reborn from the fire
Nay, we shan’t crumble but get stronger and stronger
We are dirt but we are cleaner than you.

:Abdulazeez kaothar

Kanzah

I am not cute or built to suit a fashion model size, but when i start to tell them, they think am telling lies, i say, it is in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips. I am a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman,that's me - Maya Angelou.

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