Writer: Mariam Elsanabary
Editor: Ahmed Ashry
A singer hides behind melodies
An actor hides behind lies
A writer hides behind words
I am a writer
A simple reciter
I speak of the dead and the lovers
A romantic undercover
I hear for the deaf
I tell legends and myths
I tell the tale of how they loved one other
Of how all he had is his mother
Of how that man forgot his own daughter
Of them fairies and bloody blood suckers
Still I barely tolerate reality
Living the same day again is pure brutality
Nostalgia is my adversary
Are you still learning the ABC’s?!
I am already writing about how you fell for me
Mark that if I ever love you,
You will never die I promise you.
My lips are sweet,
But have you read what my hands write?
I let what loves me engulf me;
What hates me never inundates me
And I pay the price of my heart’s lust
As I feel every little injustice
In a world that I always knew
I never belonged to
If you’ve ever felt like you don’t belong
You and I will sure get along
And to anyone who is wondering if I write about them when I am alone,
I assure you, you are not mistaken.
