by Fatemeh, FCI Dublin
| Razor wire all around like a cage |
| I am a bird without a wing wander around |
| hit the wall, get up again running away from the monsters |
| seeking a shelter, a corner as safe heaven |
| didn’t find it anywhere! Come to my cell |
| My cell is a flea market frijoles exchange for slippers |
| rice and stamps exchange for cora- zones* |
| I am a bird trapped with no nest no wings to fly |
*handmade heart-shaped cushion
