Tag: Elizabeth Andrade poetry

Running away from where i’m really from –  Maybe it’s just the fear of the unknown – From the fear of not hearing the annoyance of the mosque, (maybe after all the hatred from it  i actually kinda like it…

A title that sticks pleasantly to the heart, yet burns and stings on the rib A chance many would want… until it is a label one cannot get rid Never free from the emotion of unresolved grief and explosive emptiness…