By Eh Gayya Htoo
Karen People displaced from Myanmar
8th Grade, Urban Vision
Akron, Ohio

Design by Alexander Griffin 2016


My soul sleeps
in the black hole of my heart
but comes out when I need help.

My soul embraces me
at my darkest time.

My soul fills me up like a jar of roses,
redder than blood.

My soul is my key.

When I am lost,
it looks for me.