this universe we were conceived in
believes in the intimacy of praying.
i hold you in my arms and the world
finds the safest place to transfer the load
of faith from her bent back between
the creases and scars of our love.
Self- proclaimed as Warsan Shire’s godchild, this poet is always snorkeling for islands of metaphors in the ocean of literature to sew into continents of sonnets and baptize them her revolutions. Loves oranges and world peace.