i lay the ghosts
of all the people i've been
to rest in the water
and i watch them be
s w e p t
s e a
she holds all the secrets of the world with such jealousy
i know within her my ghosts will be better than buried
i know she will drown them
i know she will never let them come up for air
i know they will never see the light of day
i know i don't want to be known
i know she will not let me be
Sumayyah writes poetry...
...though she doesn't feel proficient enough to call herself a poet.