À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

Perhaps in this lifetime,

I have fully lived to the best of my abilities that,

My door no longer holds the warmth of a loving palm,

My home has become a house from the years of inflicted hate,

Chaos, pain, agony and sometimes I cannot even put a finger on

What it actually is.

What is it to love the version of yourself who is ready to cross the line

At any given point.

What is it to love your perfectly imperfect self, who bleeds gold through wounds.

On most days, I wonder if she’s proud of me, for defying the generational trauma of

Acceptance and ignorance.

Maybe I am not made of Aphrodite’s beauty,

But I’m surely made of years of bravery, resilience, love, standing on the ground

Of adversity who would not dare to shackle my soul.

I am my mother’s child and i will always find ways to love you even if

The comfort of her arms have already protruded your soul

Bio

Muzammil Gooljar

At 22, this law student from Pailles is also a writer.