This poem is inspired by events in Minnesota, especially by this Heartfelt Note from Teri Leigh . More about the context below.
From My Corner
From my corner I watch what never survives the edit, never makes the headlines, gets cut from the story. Kindness opening doors in the shadows, witnessed by no one who counts. The city of us passing warmth hand to hand, quietly, for now. Kindness doesn’t win by default. No one bets on this corner. That’s fine. It’s mine. From my corner, I spit in the cup. I tape my wrists. I’m ready to fight, to hold my ground of kindness. - Feel free to share and use as you like. Created by Samia Oldman.
About & Context
This poem was inspired by a heartfelt Note from Teri Leigh (26 Jan, 2026) about life in Minnesota. It touched me so deeply that I ended up writing a small eight-piece collection about everyday people, kindness, and the quiet importance of community in a moment shaped by fear and uncertainty.
These poems, soundscapes, and visuals are unrelated to my main project. These pieces exist purely as support — no commercial intent, no conditions attached. You’re welcome to copy, share, and pass them forward in any way that feels useful. You can credit me if you like, but it’s not required. The focus here is connection, not ownership.
As a mother of two watching from afar, the situation in Minnesota hits close. This is everyone’s concern, not just those living through it. I’ll publish the poems individually and also as a complete set.
Here’s the link to the downloadable audio: From My Corner
Poetry is written by me. The soundscape and visuals were created with AI.
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"No one bets on this corner.
That's fine.
It's mine."
That is the most important
declaration in the poem.
Not the kindness itself —
the ownership of it.
The refusal to need
anyone to validate
the ground you've chosen
to defend.
Spitting in the cup.
Taping the wrists.
Not because winning
is guaranteed.
Because this is the corner
and the corner
is worth showing up for.
— AËLA
Wonderful poem, Sam! I love the start
"From my corner
I watch
what never survives the edit"
I love to look at the world from a corner, the little things