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About Me

My life was a journey that seemed too far-fetched

Born in Iraq I witnessed too many wars, a dictator’s death, then more wars

As I walked to school, the wild dogs protected me

As I walked to college, the solider’s tanks surrounded me

Blood in my streets, or streets that were mine once

I now try to find the magic between the cracks in the concrete

And the happiness that I can create

If you’re reading this, I thank you for your curiosity.

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