Somewhere in my home, Syria is laying a foundation. My father's palm the terrorist and mother a victim. During the conflict my body was recorded as a grieving component. What is home if the only picture in it is broken? I ask because I am somewhere in Yemen, where every memory is painted in red or perhaps black. I am left to wonder how else to rename broken things, because I am broken and like my mother, I have bore this name for too long. Look, a war is coming; it starts somewhere around my mother’s left cheek and explodes throughout her body.
Ogwuche Bella is a teen writer and a member of the hilltop creative art foundation. Her collection won the teen author price for poetry. Her works have been published or are forth coming in; salamander ink mag, teen lit journal, aster lit mag and spill word. She tweets @ogwuche Bella.
