To Aylan Your sweet nothings They told me to whisper sweet nothings and to never mention pain and aches for words fly back they say seven times into your flesh And what about the sea and froth caressed by the sun, is it pretty enough? and wet skin of forsaken children on a summer night? what about dead little corpses on the white and blue shores? But "them" are always far, they say And they keep their sweet nothings, with those dead I(s) in their face and the grimace of their heart as they sigh of relief But I won't let you. Is that picture pretty? Indignation much? You do like your noises too. So listen, I'm grabbing your ears, and your neck, and your guts, and you shall hear the words of horror and cruelty for darkness to (h)it me and you too. Look, and feel, I command you, Feel the slippery hand, and the screams and gurgling of your drowning lungs, and die like the baby boy, and the children who were killed by the sweet nothings you chose to utter when "them", and "they", and "us" are still you, and me too. So let's talk of pain and aches, and scars, and slaves, and death, and rapes and tragedies that shock and hurt and take that darkness back at you, with me too For "love is a deed we do" not a sweet nothing and a smile. s.p. #poetoftheembrace __________________ I received an email telling me to feel good, that it's all about saying sweet nothings, and it drove me mad with anger, sweet nothings, in a world were a baby boy, and so many more die!!! Did anything drive you mad with anger too? Please do write about it and tag me, it will be an honor to read you. Tagging a few friends that you may wish to follow #aylan #aylankurdi #children #childrenphoto #migrants #tragedy #activism #poems #poem #poetsofig #writersofig #writershand #spilledink #pen #sea #death #love #igers #instagood #poetess

To Aylan Your sweet nothings They told me to whisper sweet nothings and to never mention pain and aches for words fly back they say seven times into your flesh And what about the sea and froth caressed by the sun, is it pretty enough? and wet skin of forsaken children on a summer night? what about dead little corpses on the white and blue shores? But "them" are always far, they say And they keep their sweet nothings, with those dead I(s) in their face and the grimace of their heart as they sigh of relief But I won't let you. Is that picture pretty? Indignation much? You do like your noises too. So listen, I'm grabbing your ears, and your neck, and your guts, and you shall hear the words of horror and cruelty for darkness to (h)it me and you too. Look, and feel, I command you, Feel the slippery hand, and the screams and gurgling of your drowning lungs, and die like the baby boy, and the children who were killed by the sweet nothings you chose to utter when "them", and "they", and "us" are still you, and me too. So let's talk of pain and aches, and scars, and slaves, and death, and rapes and tragedies that shock and hurt and take that darkness back at you, with me too For "love is a deed we do" not a sweet nothing and a smile. s.p. #poetoftheembrace __________________ I received an email telling me to feel good, that it's all about saying sweet nothings, and it drove me mad with anger, sweet nothings, in a world were a baby boy, and so many more die!!! Did anything drive you mad with anger too? Please do write about it and tag me, it will be an honor to read you. Tagging a few friends that you may wish to follow #aylan #children #childrenphoto #migrants #tragedy #activism #poems #poem #poetsofig #writersofig #writershand #spilledink #pen #sea #death #love #igers #instagood #poetess