somebody change the world. . .

my heart sits at the bottom of my stomach,
everything i live for means nothing,
my pellucid heart heart seeks understanding from humanity-
even though my mind knows that the men that partake in my sentencing know not of such. Before it is said, my condemnation has been stated
i hold my children's hands and bid them goodbye
i smiled as if tomorrow would be no different.
i swallowed the lump in my throat sending tears to burn my eyelids,
i’ve known not of any such freedom,
death is on surprise when judgement is passed
i hold my hijab tightly to my face,
my heart longing to seek some grace
non of it matters when a whimper escapes my mouth as tears roll down my cheek,
their echoes deafen my ears,
“she shouldn’t be this way, she should be left to die”
i say my last prayer right before the first stone hits my eye. . .

For Soraya M. (The Stoning of Soraya M.)