poetry
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Big Brother is watching
When they hate youFor being silentFor being intelligentFor being at peaceThat is when you knowIt has begun When they hate youFor reading booksWriting storiesMaking artThat is when you knowIt has begun When they hate youFor loving othersFor being compassionateAnd having advocaciesThat is when you knowIt has begun When they hate youFor not being hatefulFor not Continue reading
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Meet me Halfway
You walked the streets in the morningI patrol at nightI went to search for you this eveningBut you’re already out of sight How come, this love (is this love?)So hard it seemsYou are a ray of sunlightAnd I am the night My muse, this morningYou went outside ponderingMeeting people halfwayExcept for me For I was Continue reading
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Baby Blue
Pastel looks good on youIn every shade and color tooBut baby blue is what fits you mostLike the color of the sky that was named after the host My muse you shine the brightestAnd yet you always seemed the kindestThe cool hue of blue fits you perfectlyAlthough sometimes you are cold seemingly Nevertheless, the sky Continue reading
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The Art of Law
The court room is my stageAnd the law is my scriptI read it fast, I say it loudAnd justice is my audience I portray my clientsAnd in persuasionI deliver their storiesThose unheard, muffledBy abuse and injustice I give them a voiceA chance to be heardTo be portrayed and representedIs he a villain or a hero?To Continue reading
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Beware the boys and girls
My child, sweet childBeware of the boys and girlsWho sell you hopes and pearlsAnd promise to take you to placesWith a fake smile painted on their faces Beware the boysThey call themselves alphaThey undress you with their eyesAnd ravage you at sight Beware the girlsDesperate for male validationThey want Feminism to be of extinctionAlways envious Continue reading
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Wrath
Beware of the womanWho appears to remain calmThough her angerIs that of a deluge Continue reading
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String of Thoughts
Lost is a soulConfined in a space so smallThe body yearns to wonderSo strong like that of thunder WalkPast the lilies and memories of oldI wish to run away from the stories foretoldI remember the sight, the scent of liliesFar from the site of cities RunFaster to what’s aheadYet the past haunts me like the Continue reading
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The Last Pagan of Alexandria
I was created for freedomI was created for peaceIn a temple full of wisdomI came from the lineage of Greece I was a symbol for moderationMy students shower me with adorationI made a place of safety and inclusionFor every Jew, Pagan and Christian in my institution But such has become of the woman of beauty Continue reading
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The Little Princess
One could only avoid life’s tragedies if one thinks like a childSees the world like a childLoves like a child I’ve forgotten how it wasTo be a childTo look at the world in aweAnd have endless imagination I look at myself in the mirrorAnd the woman I’ve becomeBut I wish the child I wasThe child Continue reading
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Transformation is Painful
Do you knowThe price of transformation? This is what the greatsHave been trying to sayAll thoughout seasonsSuffering is at bay But people only see their gloryThey only highlightThe beautiful parts of their storyThey refuse to read the other linesPresented, and the lines in between The wisest witnessed the worst traumasThe richest saw the depths of Continue reading
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