Familiar Ray

Dear skin, I’m sorry you feel a certain way
it’s just that today,
the rays of the sun, you once knew has gone away,
and is unaware of who you are
and your pain,
I’m sorry you have to face
the ignorant new rays
just bare with it, for today
and I’m sure that
it will go away



A poem for the ones who wanted peace but could not speak

As death stuck
to our bare skin,
like dirt on a humid day
we learned to spell peace,
we learned to spell love,
we learned to spell unity,
o how we wish, we had
nothing to regret
o how we begged to forget
o how we wish, we could
bring back the gone,
to a safe house
with a bed to sleep
and not a grave
to rest in peace

– Kaya