Give me a black room,
And a jar filled to its brim with
Sugar and salt.
I will sprinkle it all
Let it disperse like a universe
Then I will tell you that
This is what it’s like to be me:
Little pieces, scattered everywhere
And parts of me
In spaces that are shapeless and nameless
And I’m afraid sometimes
I don’t know which ones are where.
Sadia Ahmed, 2017