We present this work in honor of the Egyptian holiday, Revolution Day.

 

I’m a poet
I’m still painting from bleeding wounds
A new song
I’m still building in the prisons of oppression
Happy times
I’m still writing
Even though the letter kills me
And throws me in front of people
like stray melodies
Or whenever appears before the eyes
A stubborn wish
A stray arrow glides into the night
And brings it down… a martyr