By Farid Ahmad Alkozai, Afghanistan
International Institute of Akron & Project Learn

Design by Zuzana Kubišová


My heart is a letter.
Every time it is sent to someone
they tear the envelope.

My heart is a glass.
When I am thirsty the glass is empty
with no water.

My heart is a phone.
When I want to call someone
it doesn’t have the charge.

My heart is a door.
After work,
when I come to my house,

the door is locked.