One Refugee and a Blonde

By Ahmad Al-khatat

I am not ashamed

to be known as a

refugee, from a

country that is

fully damaged

Being awake

all the nights

it’s the reason

why do I feel

always homesick

Stranger next

to me, in front

of me, behind

the wall of my

lonesome room

I learnt how

to speak, read,

and write to

write about

my falling tears

My old friends

died and I can

still their voices

from the thirst

of my wounds

I played with fire

to die to ashes

sadly, my blood

turns the flames

into a drinkable poison

A blonde saw me

she taught me

how to love

how to drink

how to smoke

I laugh with her

liquors and she

cries with my bread

she laughs with

tears of her own too

below the rain

she kissed the

sunshine behind

my back and

I kiss the moon on her neck

Night and day

I gave her wings

& she gave me

the blue skies

to die with no fears

Last words

from the heart

are no longer

grieves, they are

a sharp suicidal song

Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote his first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. His poems were translated into Farsi, Albanian, German, Chinese, and Serbian. And he currently studies Political Sciences, at Concordia University in Montreal. He recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” with Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.