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Why do I attempt to
Make you understand when you clearly don't
Want to go of ignorance?
She laughed at her agony
Thinking happiness came to those forgetful warriors
Who didn't care about pain?
As countries with natural resources
Are randomly selected to spread benign democracy
I'm randomly stopped at airports.
I said I love you
But now I'm beginning to think that
My tongue betrayed my heart.
The beauty of everything good
Does not compare to the goodness of
Your kind and generous heart
my feet tell the story
Of an immigrant and refugee who left
Home in search of home.
My not so perfect vision
Reminds me of the days when the
Sun and I were in love
Let me awake up in
A blissful state of tranquility and laughter
In a place called Somalia.
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