Poem By Safiyyah Manjra
These dreams may have short comings,
None like those I have previously experienced.
Regrets may come with no initial application,
Driven by the force of someone else's consultation.
Brings worry by thinking,
Erases worry by doing.
One moment is all it takes for a firm decision to be made,
Yet those decisions makes that one moment onerous.
As finding a specific grain of sand in the ocean bed.
Impossible to seem.
But not unthinkable to deem.
I wish I was the culprit of evading choice,
Maybe it will be as easy as throwing dice.
Some are lucky some are not,
Some have a skill at winning and are never caught.
How you know what to do so intricate.
For now I am trapped in my own bigotry,
Free me, surely.