I Confess

I am man, I am woman

I am soldier and civilian

I am Arab, I am Irish

and okay, a wee bit


I am your father, I am your mother

I am your sister and your brother

no rights nor reason born

to imprison me in your sorrow


determinations a self-decided

factor, the factual remains as night

steadfast and surgical

arrests –

aims to confess,

this is the way the day

compliments the flight

of the crows, who call back

the black curtain

of the night

Forget never,

I claim the sun and stars

I claim the night, I am the day

my world sees no prisoners

my bloodline reaps the great-ness

the best-est, erst-

the lightest, thrice

the world times 3

including me.

I am thee.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Josh Hild from Pexels

#Heritage #Irish #Arabic #Spiritual #Freedom

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑


Se non combatti per costruire la tua vita non ti rimarrà niente

George Ellington

Sharing Sights and Sounds, Words and Wonder

Seven Hundred Jisei

“Seek on high bare trails sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels” ― Bashō Matsuo


An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart

The Artistic Poetry

What could possibly better than art and poetry!!!

Libby Sommer, Author

The Writing Life

Poet The Mirror

Poetry My Religion

Rattle: Poetry

… without pretension since 1995.


Quando si ama si dona


poem-lyrics helps you live with rhythm


From me to you

Off Center & Not Even

Photographs, music and writing about daily life. Contact: elcheo@swcp.com


ne güzel blues, ne güzel karanlık

My Inspired Life

Poetic storyteller with a mic and a camera.

Björn Rudbergs writings

Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side


A place to spill your thoughts through words.


Poetry, Photography

Raw Earth Ink

spit, mixed with dirt - muddy words flow

%d bloggers like this: