Children of the Light...

Children of the Light

In hostile areas it is very hard for you to be honest with yourself, especially; if you have a different feelings, visions, and needs… in hostile areas your skin is what you wear, not who you are; but no matter how hard you try to hide it; it is going to come out…

Even through a fabric of a community welling to condemn you if you are different somehow.

In the leaks of social moralities we find ourselves to be not defined; but denied, and without any doubt “defied”…

They say we are: sick, dishonor, and plague of nature; most of us must be shot! When I hear them echoing their Amen, I wonder “are we butterflies in hiding? Or daemons like they say we are?

All I know is we are not different species, we didn’t come from different wombs, yet still we are accused of being a shame, a weakness, and a liability. Is it the fear of the unknown or hatred plain and simple?

As children of the light; we feel amnesiac in the heavens you designed for yourselves, and denied us from… but we are marching through, we are “you” (friends, lovers, fathers, and mothers); yet you can’t hear our inner screams, your hostility made you think “minority”; and chocked us with tears coal-like, putting thorns inside our painted with love eyes.

In a status where we are a frozen stars; you have left us, but in higher planes of awareness, there will be a place for our dreams to collide with reality. No place for definitions’ paradoxes, swapping of faces, and suicides left “reason unknown”; we are children of the light, and we are the heirs of the shameless flames you are burning our souls with…

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...The Arabic version was published in barra magazine