I hate everything, after what had happened
Because of that little Middle East mistake, that even wouldn't look as a mistake for the west side people.
Is a big mistake at our home.
My life is no longer a life to live,
To make memories.
It is more like prison, trapped inside a deep dark hole.
I can't even go outside alone, afraid to meet them or he.
Afraid to ask my papa, if I can go out with my friends, afraid of what he might think.
I feel like all knows about my secret and that all the old women are talking,
I hate me.
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Sentences of reality
PoetryThis collection of love, feminism, broken hearts. Is about it all at ones. Relatable collection, happening out in the real world. This collection has 3 different chapters; about life, the young life and the reality of humans.
