One Pen’s Wish
By Norhan Qasem
Folding into different shapes from paper—
Then thrown away.
Learning to write in lead,
Erasing my mistakes with my end—
Only to have my head placed inside
a metallic machine,
—Skinning me, pointing me, shortening me—
Roaming the earth,
Spreading wings, soaring up in the sky—
By mother nature.
I appreciate this plastic casing,
The indelible ink that stains—
And what I turned out to be.
My name is Norhan Qasem and I’m a transfer student from Normandale. I’m a junior at Augsburg, and I’m a double major in social psychology and creative writing.