Building

Building Not pretty but it raised me. Broken outside but whole inside. From these walls I rose. Unsafe to others, sacred to me. Unsafe walls, safe memories. Foundation may be cratered but it held me up. You see danger, I see my origin story. Poem by Maria, eThekwini-Durban, South Africa, July 2025 … Credit: Photo…

Family Tree

Family Tree We grow and disperse We learn the ways of life Ways that lead us astray Some learn and gain wisdom Others learn to use knowledge against others The ways of life Life is like a tree Starts from a simple seed Sprouts into what we call the beauty of nature Each slowly fades…