Category: #FortheloveofPoetry

My People Die Daily

Funny how every other year I have to dig up this poem. Here we are again since it was first published in 2017. I am from a dark country A place where the ground quenches its thirst with blood The ground knows how to thirst for water but our leaders feed it with life this…

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How can you ask a child that was born under mad conditions to renounce madness? that’s all she knows. Leave me to bury my mothers shame and redeem myself through madness. It is how i was born. It is how i will die. Let me die mad.

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