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Glad that my poem “Home” is published by The Scribe Arts Magazine in their Volume V, Issue III.

Note 1

The first night was hard
the empty, white bed sheets
staring at me
with eyes wide-open
no voices or laughs
no hugs or cries
the small house
standing
between
towering buildings
mocking my
slim figure
for being lonely

The night after
everything
around me
teamed up
to make me
feel home again

house

Yes I bleed

Yes, I bleed
and my blood often comes
with different colors
When I do, I breed
men with kind hearts
I breed
women giving birth
to nations, prospering
to counties, demolishing

Do not degrade my worth
Yes, I bleed
And my blood
is a river
growing
stronger and
holier

nqzes

The China I Know

December 8th 2017 was the exact date I left my thirsty homeland to visit China. No one would ever talk about China in my home country unless using their products is involved, because let us face it: Everything is made in China!
The China I visited often wore dusty yellow as a result of its brimful streets with people and dogs. YES, dogs also occupy some space in China- at least in the part where I lived. I remember strolling around when I first arrived in Guiyang. I did not like the city very much as my expectations were confounded with unappetising noodles, lack of water in restrooms and the language barrier when speaking with locals.
But as Disraeli once said “The expected always happens”, so after days of squabbling with my mind over my decision to come here, I decided to come to terms with my new China. I went lake canoeing with locals, fought with a shop seller over the price of some eggs, spoke in broken Chinese and enjoyed listening to street musicians- although sometimes I was their only fan.
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