Change

They wonder why

She sits there

Speaking language she didn’t choose

Getting much too close

To forgetting her mother tongue

Wings sealed in a box

Her brown locs

Painted blonde

They wonder why she changed

She only did it

To survive

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths

Euphrates. says:

January 2, 2019 at 12:12 pm

Natural
Loved this❤️

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1. strangerpaths says:
  
  January 2, 2019 at 12:12 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. Euphrates. says:
    
    January 2, 2019 at 12:15 pm
    
    My pleasure!
    
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