Farah Barakat
My Name | Farah Barakat | Poetry
She asks me what is my name,I tell her it is a long story,When it really isn’t,It just looks like it will beanother boring storyOf a mispronunciation of my name. She asks me what is my name,I say it means joy back home,but please don’t call me joy,and don’t ask me about “back home”. She…