Writer: Fayrouz Elbarakawy
Poetry had been always the only way I could narrate my feelings,in an artistic and passive way . Venom of Frames is a situation I had with my own parents. I felt like I couldn’t talk about it. I felt heavy and silenced. I finally decided that maybe narrating it would make it less hard for me to deal with what I have been keeping in, for decades perhaps.
My goal as I sat,
On the cold, rigid floor
Is more than becalled
Success, or so far I know
Late midnights,
Flipping of pages and lines,
Till it is past the sleep time,
On the hope, I would see
Your smile, while I almost died
Been losing so much of myself,
But my intention, is that happiness
I am always willing to sketch
And you would say I made it, with frankness
On the other while, you did not take my hand
You left me, floating in my owy black
Years and ages, wishing I finish the plan
“Don’t you see who got this?
Don’t you see no one failed as you did?”
Little did you know, they all had bargains
And I was not raised to be within the cheats
But a fearless leader,
Not someone with a sick-mind
You always said to be believe in faith
You keep asking for so much,
And I become “the not enough”
Even my siblings would stand up
And call me names, just as you did
Once or every single day
Chasing grades till they become,
On repeat nightmares, and I can’t escape
The only way to fly by, is never chase a lie
As I was told, since I opened my eyes
And you did not think about it,
Neither a split of seconds, nor time
You keep putting those frames,
Of someone you wish you had made
But please, realize
I am not a picture to paint
Sinceres, my flaws and your worst case
