by Aya Bader

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My Friend, I can’t breathe either

The scholar professionals
and smooth-talking humanitarians
lied and are weak
Sold us a false reality cheap
Mass produced in stores
Placed it next to the cashier teasing impulse
I don’t want to share my home with them
So tie my heart in rope and throw it in the sea
Let it sink in


My toes will touch the ocean floor
I can’t see the surface

It’s cold

but I know a stream

will take me home.


BA Art & Humanities with Creative Writing & Philosophy, Writer, English teacher, Translator/Interpreter.