Our World

Why is it so hard for me to write a poem? Verse after verse surge through my mind, Only to be betrayed by their creator I stare at the light, Hoping to blind myself from my failure, Only to, in doing so, think of The world My world Your world Our world Only to think…

I am Hala Karim

I am Hala Karim I am A writer searching for An inspiring story, I wonder What the world is like In gray, Where color and race don’t exist I hear A ringing silence In my head, As a woman screams at one of the Little Rock 9 students, As an imposter crashed into the Twin…