Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Naafia Amod
Ripped apart, torn to shreds
I'm surprised it wasn't dead
Shattered like a porcelain figurine
It's lost its glow, lost its sheen
And I just want it to be whole
But some of the pieces are the ones you stole
So even if, it's together again
It will never be quite the same
You stole the whole, then returned it to me
But a couple of pieces, you kept under lock and key
But even when it shattered, they didn't become mine
And that's the reason it isn't fine
Sometimes, alone, I wonder if it will ever be
Wonder if the pieces will ever come back to ...