Besma Jemaa

I like to be myself wherever I go
Whoever I meet
I want to be me but how can it be
It is scattered, shattered, dispersed,
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Sorry, I stopped loving you
Sorry, I no more cherish you
You gave up to the majority
You melt apart in superiority
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I may be an alien,
An illegal alien,
In an illegal world,
But I have to be MYSELF
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I feel so unsure about the now and here
Spinning around in a restless sphere
Uncertain about any rear
Burdened by people's fear.
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It`s amazing how good you are
It`s strange how close your heart is to mine
Words come out from our minds twice
Once from your lips, once from my pen, how nice!
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Friendship is a fake value
When distance makes us apart
Gloomy sorrow takes over us
And jealousy renders us rivals
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How many times have I liked to stop living when my friends were under the fire dying.
How many times have I liked to stop feeling compassionate and try to go through what they 're undergoing.
How many times have I tried not to sleep just to experience the feeling of a wink longing.
All my trials and my wishes were just in vain.
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Oh! Lord you made me more than one
Looking always for entity
In the middle of diversity
Seeking for the ultimate unity
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No baby,
I'm not self boasting,
I'am just trying to see any positivity in me.
I can find a multiplicity, a diverse bunch of knowledge and poetry.
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I miss you mum and I'm still breathing your air
tasting your days
turning your ways.
I miss you and I think that one day the dream of you
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If and only if
you were great of heart as you pretend to be great of mind,
If and only if
you were kean on your style as you are good and fine,
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In the past, I' ve done everything to get you into my world,
Now you're into it but I have nothing as a reward.
The pictures, the souvenirs, the slightest foolishness of love we had, Are still my inspiring treasures that only worth,
They may stay my secret world,
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The sky rains messiles
The ground blooms bombs
The houses crack down
The men collapse each while
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How many times have I wanted to stop living when my friends were dying.
How many times have I wanted to stop feeling compassionate and go through what they 're undergoing
How many times have I tried not to sleep just to experience the feeling of a wink longing
All my trials were in vain since at last
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Once I had a dream
To say all the words was my realm
In a fragrant way, with self esteem
Then an angel came and gave me to read
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It's the end of the road chosen
It's the failure of the one not taken
I'am standing there in the middle of nowhere
Enslaved with untied ropes
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I miss my pen
I miss my papers
I miss my cup of coffee
And the window ahead of me
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Today my beloved has been enslaved again
By the same dirty hands but not in the same way.
They mistified her identity and raped her chastity
They invaded her territory and claimed her their property
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I need to write before my tears fall down
Helas, my tears preceeded my words,
Both of them are so dear to me,
But today I will let them free,
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If you started noticing me getting old,
Remember that you are a few years ahead of me
If you once heard me snoring
Bare in mind that all the family burden in on my shoulder lying
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