son, are you okay?
You had blood in your hair,
when I met you, you had
broken teeth and your skin
was scorn, full of scars and
small lesions, you spat out
blood and you greeted me,
as if nothing was going on,
as if it didn’t look like you
were close to giving up the
ghost, close to dropping dead.
- © Malak Nicholas H. 2022
Malak Nicholas H. is a writer currently in Europe. He’s a teenager, a middle eastern queer person, but also so much more. And first of all, he is a human who writes about being out of the gender binary & the mental issues he’s been through.
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