Here's a tasty morsel of Mina's poetry …

Sober Reality
​
She loves to drink with the memories of her past.
Shots of broken promises,
And feelings that should have last.
She takes swigs of her favorite retentions,
​All which embrace him.
She lets its ambiguous liquid take over,
As her mind begins to spin.
She sips on their ‘first-times’, his smile,
And the secrets she told.
But feels thoughtless for defining one name as ‘everything’,
And for losing her hold.
She now slurs every thought,
And clouds every decision.
Because life was once satiated of value,
And clear with precision.
She’s an alcoholic; you see?
Drunk off the idea of happily ever after,
And sweet serendipity.
They tell her to “...move on,
to let go and forget.”
But she is intoxicated with one-part nostalgia,
And two-parts regret.
She longs for the day,
When he returns home.
Because if it is there in her past,
Where she can find him
She’ll stay and have a drink.

Conforming
​
Upon your face
​the nose
of your
Grandmother’s grandmother
And the women before her
dress
and live.
Cascading down
The deep slope of your
back
Strands of thick
Dawn stricken hair
That mimic the pattern
Of an infant’s slumbering chest: hilltop and crescent Grow in full
As the same
hair
Of your
Grandmother’s grandmother
And the women before her.
And when the
time comes,
when your daughter
grows to fruition
Teach her to love
The features
that shade
the legacy
of the matriarchy.

That's just an hors d'oeuvre to whet your appetite for more, which you'll be able to see soon after I've published "​Entitled to Change: A Connection of Poetry."