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Maria 1d
I woke up early today.
I woke up close to the sun.
There's an abyss of thoughts in my head,
Those that can't be there. None.

I try not to think. I try to sleep back.
But it's no use! They press for no why.
They press in my temples! They press pack my chest!
Thoughts of those, who scarifies.

I don't know where to run me whole?
Where can I find my peace?
It's my hopelessness... It's my end...
I guess they are my guilt and penance.
Thank you for reading this poem! 🙏
Saïda Boūzazy May 2021
Tell those who come across my land
You will never own it
The fertility of the land   will never be touched by your ***** hands
Free and wild, black, white, green, and red  
All the full want to own YOU  
Yet, YOU only belong to Me
If they  tried to harass You
Their  hands will be cut
You should know
I am mad of her  love
She is Mine. Mine. Mine.
#Revolution
#Freedom

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