Sew the sun into your chest
And pull it out
When the sky is napalm
And you can’t see the horizon line because it doesn’t exist for you
Remember where you came from, young gypsy girl
Trace a map with your finger in the sand
And fill your pockets with granules of a past, eroded down
Plant a seed in your mind
With the dirt on top your father’s tapered back
And water from your mother’s swollen eyes
Plant your roots in a new place
A better place
Grow.
Sophia Bouzid is a Muslim-American writer of Algerian and German descent. She writes poetry for her school’s literary magazine and the Bay Area Poetry Coalition. When she isn’t writing, she is probably at a show rehearsal. She also enjoys searching for unconventional objects to plant flowers in.