Tells the Story – Poem By: Rania F. E.

 

The scars on my fingers – says – how hard the work is
the roughness of my skin – says – how dry the air is
the throbbing of my feet – says – how standing for long is
the ache of my back – says – how heavy lifting is
the wrinkles on my face – says – how growing older is
the darkness under my eyes – says – how lack of sleep is
the expansion of my hips – says – how unhealthy dieting is
the sadness I feel – says – how away from home is
the trauma in my ears – says – how flying sick is
the grey in my hair – says – how stress is
the tears I cry – says – how being hurt is Continue reading

You Can’t Break Me – POEM BY: Rania F. E.

 

You can’t break me, even if you tried

I’m not to be broken no matter the sign

I talk from the heart, not from pride

Love my dear is the bottom line

I fear no more, I will not hide

Whether you like me or not I am fine

Try to change me, I won’t abide

This is your war, it is not mine

My existence is humbly fortified

You can’t break me, no matter how you tried.

 

Rania F. E.