Extra > Poem – Insecurity

Posted on February 6, 2017
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Image by Istabraq

A poem by Lina Charki about being insecure

My insecurity has colour.
It is yellow.
I wipe the sides of my mouth,
After the burning sensation has stopped.
My breathing goes back to normal.

Then out comes more.

The painting begins, and I slouch to the floor,
With the coldness entering me.
Tears descend
Burning my reddish face,
Such a contrast to the yellow.

My insecurity has colour.
It is yellow.
Yellow enough to make me despise daffodils,
So when he surprised me with flowers,
I was sick to my stomach – literally.

He didn’t understand what he had done.
How could I explain,
That my insecurity has colour?
It is yellow.

Image by Alex Drozdoff

Image by Alex Drozdoff

This poem was originally featured in Haringey Unchained, a collective of students aiming to showcase the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form Centre in Tottenham. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London.

We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

Lina Charki

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