Selected Poetry by Yasmeen Yahya


I feel like I’m drifting
With only one paddle 
No compass
And the sun is always awake,

I feel like I’m going to float on forever.
Like I will wander until I hit something.
You hope it’s land but it could be rock.
Or you could fall off the Earth’s edge, 
If you’re lucky.

I feel like I’m waiting for something
But the water is still
The sun continues to blind me
And all I have left is the horizon.


These Masks I Wear

These masks I wear
Are pretty and nice
These masks I wear
Keep me on your side

These masks I wear
Start to stick to my face
These masks I wear
Make me forget what’s true

And when I look in the mirror I see everyone but me.


Yasmeen Yahya is a writer living in Austin, Texas. She writes poetry, personal essays, and op-eds. Her work reflects her passion for social justice and her journey toward loving freely. When she isn’t writing, you can usually find Yasmeen around animals, listening to podcasts, or talking about astrology with anyone willing.

Chelsea Francis