Zarina Ghulam Yahya

Dear Reza,
You make me feel trapped in my own house
Too afraid to mention my wherea….

A text from you, a call from you
Excuses race through my mind

Your trust in me has faded
But your love for me…

You assume the worst of me,
Creating scenarios in your head
Trying to control my life as if
You perceive me as a child
And one day you’ll have your turn as a father
But right now

Most importantly
I need a brother