Homeless I feel though I’m under a roof.
I know you are wondering, how could this be possible? I’ll give you a proof.
I feel out of place, empty and lost
Like I don’t fit in .
In my body, my space even the sky above feels awkward .
I’m not an astrophil rambling about space, stars and skies,
It just feels wrong I’m not feeding you lies.
I feel like I’m on the, margin
I can neither contradict nor merge.
I can’t stand out nor blend in.
That’s why I’ve said I’m homeless .
I’m not really into labels, but I think I’m officially a nomad, I’ll be roaming around till I find someone , somewhere or something to call home.
Home sweet home, I want you to be cozy.
I want you to keep my heart warm .
I want you to see the real me.
I want you to accept what you’ve seen
Embrace it .
Fill it .
Heal it.
By Aya Bendechache
Three days passed away since the doctor told me " you have covid 19, but don't worry it's not dangerous the percentage is low " I smiled ,looked her in the eyes and said "who told you I'm afraid, I asked god to have this disease " The doctor was speechless. I'm interested in going through this hardship . when my Friend Fatima told me she was sick I envied her for she was with them whom god loves . Now I'm glad , I feel pain as though needles are poking my body , I feel feverish but I'm still struggling for my thoughts , projects and dreams . so don't you ever give my lady
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