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Homeless

EMAD AHMAD NEYAZI, X-K

Stuck in a desolate cage,
Afraid of my own rage.
In my own body
My soul is homeless
Trying to fight back,
Opponent’s sheer might, taken aback.

Trying to hide my anger on the highest shelf,
Imagining my height similar to that of an elf.
But deep down it’s all excuses,
Full of bruises.
Slave to my own rage
No one to love, a torn page
Lost in this circus
Like a teenage boy’s socks
Out of focus.

In search of hope, to open these locks,
Give up is not an option
Million emotions a huge fusion
To fight back this anger
Can’t afford to linger.

It’s time to be master of my own mind,
To hustle, grind.
Anger can push you away from family and friend’s alike,
It’s time to be wise
To find a home and not be homeless in my own body.

MRS.VAJEEHA (English Department)

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