Hurting heart
azizam,
I hate that anyone hurt your heart,
that they couldn’t see the fragile gift inside.
It makes me so mad that they were rough.
because you laugh and shrug it off.
You had to build walls to protect something so pure,
instead of celebrating and
cherishing your truth.
Give your heart to someone that helps you glow,
that’s what your soul deserves.
xo,
a
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all