alternate reflections 


Syrian Angels

innocence is beauty.

“Mr President, we don’t support your policy on refugees. An open letter from Global Citizens: Dear President Trump, Around the world, 8 million Global Citizens are proudly citizens of both their nations, and the whole world. Four million of us are in the United States of America, and today, we want to convey our deep disappointment and disagreement in your Executive Order on “extreme vetting of refugees”. As Global Citizens, we know that opposing viewpoints are a vital part of any robust political discussion. We work with all sides of politics to ensure that governments continue play a leading role in ending extreme poverty. However, there are also basic values that we believe are foundational to the fabric of American democracy – like not discriminating on the basis of religion and nationality. You crossed that line through your Executive Order on refugees. Refugees are the most vulnerable fellow citizens on our planet, fleeing unimaginable horrors of conflict, persecution and disaster. Americans know this, because we have repeatedly opened our arms to those seeking safety – those fleeing the Holocaust, the Cuban Revolution, Communism, and dictators over decades. American leadership created the Refugee Convention, and today, you are walking away from it by instigating a policy that explicitly discriminates on the basis of religion and nationality. Your Executive Order suspends immigration to the U.S. from seven countries, each with a Muslim majority – Iran, Iraq, Libya, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, and Yemen. You stated that this not a ban on Muslims – however you made a specific exemption for those of a “minority religion” in each of these countries – a phrase that can only be interpreted to exclude Muslims. Mr. President, a refugee is a vulnerable human being, regardless of faith or nationality. America already employs the most stringent vetting and background checks for refugees on the planet. Your Executive Order tars citizens of these countries with the accusation of terrorism. None of the perpetrators of the major US terrorist attacks carried out in the name of Islam in the past 15 years have come from the nations specified in the executive order. Your stated reason for the policy is untrue, unfair, and un-American. It walks away from decades of American leadership on refugees, and in fact increases the dangers of terrorism. It goes against the very words that welcomed successive generations of those fleeing persecution to our shores at the Statue of Liberty: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” Mr. President, we call on you to reverse course immediately”

Yours sincerely, Global Citizens

collage of worth

hindsight missed values have stocked up a fortress of inability

stocked with vulnerability

all the characteristics facing a mirrored image of trustability

critiquing every state of mind

alone at night

thoughts pacing from the choices

here I am

basking under the masked view of society

I cant breathe because its capturing me

eye contacts got me

comparing all the disgusting parts that I be

skinned from all the past thats left because I flee’d


I have a creation

it only wants to be free

epic embodied the very kept secrets to leave

I might be the most evolved part of me

its layers have fallen off my tree

branches crumbling to find the clearness to see

rubbing my eyes away from each strain falling into my sea

waves battling the ocean

I still believe

in something that will find the breathtaking need

I know what is soul

I know what is safe

I know what can make my breathes regain conciousness

a very suddle understanding

of the pain that has left me here to indulge

in the alcohol

the courageous steps unfolding

to give up

the will to make matter unveil it self from every hoax

I am evaporating into the average

transfer of energy

becoming a moment that was not meant to be

hoping for favor

from everyone around me that I can see

a big red bubble bursting at the make believe

I want to prove all of them wrong

I want to be the butterfly

flying with ease

connections trying to vacat the edges

of the waking eve

sundrops kissing the little leaves

landing for the spaces we forgot to see

crumbs of words

a bad taste in your mouth

acting irratic

to roll off the tongue and hit your heart

violens will be playing and basking from all the truth

the ever after sounds will begin to move

beats stacking on like words coming to a hault

this is a forever blessing

you cant give up in your heart

power is a sure dressing like color to fulfill

what is coming with rain

will leak down your front door

I will burst through any seam and find the right flavor

to mend a very worthy treasure

we can only explore