Delicate
I’m not fragile,
but I’m delicate.
My strength doesn’t mean
I don’t need to be handled with care.
My softness
is my power.
My generosity
is where I find grace.
I keep my heart open
even when it’s begging to close.
In it’s shadows
wildflowers grow
wisdom blooms
that’s where
I make room
for you.
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
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