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Diary Of A Palestinian Girl...

As I right this I hear bombs and steps.I hear the screams of innocent children that fill the empty void and I question my self will I ever be there?
I don't know, because every day the catastrophe settles in more.
Dear diary, it's been 67 years what more is there to come?
I've lived all my life hidden by a rock with melancholy tied around my lungs.
Dear diary, don't they see the pain embedded through my scared as tears?
Can't the screams wrap their chests?
Is it true what they say our land was ripped away?
See Palestine was never their's any they know that we are inevitable, binding, and inescapable.
Aren't they yet satisfied with the streets they adorned with blood?
or the hallow screams of innocence that forced out of their lungs?
Guns and roses are polar opposites, but how is it the same glow they shed?
Dear diary, at 6: 40, yesterday I saw a women with open legs giving birth to an unusual tone, that claimed happiness, that need not anything more than the life she deserved. But hope was a light formidable to us, a sound we can not hear, and if i never knew you doll face, i'd say that your a dream.What she didn't know was that her mother wasn't weeping for the stake of pain that has been brought through giving birth. On a scale from 1 to 10 the mother was asked to rate the pain she felt, as a twinge of agony escalated through her ribs. Doctors told her they wouldn't make it, but apparently they did.and although she knew that the prospect to diminish all sentiments of grief and sorrow could any time end. And so we called her Basma, for the smiles she managed to scheme. She took Basma and her arms gently whispering 'we made it' as she nuzzles her nose through her thick black hair.At 6: 42 Basma and her mother died then and there with a bullet that ripped both of their heads.
At least they died smiling they say, at least she saw her daughter, AT LEAST.
But no, I won't hide now, I had their blood on me, tainting every bit of my chest, manifesting my blood bumping machine or what's left of it instead. Yet words will pang and throb, days will swing by, but my land will be mine. A key is chained to my neck, a promise is sealed to my lips, I'll make it ours again.The freedom We'll have and Palestine will become my safe lantern once again.
Dear diary they opened the door screamed bloody murder and fired a shot, it killed my father who was sleeping by my side.
Dear diary how safe will I be when my wall is no taller than the crumbles beneath my feet?
Dear diary, you are the only one to abide my speech.
My orbs are suddenly blinded with glimmers of shining wight dust,
Mercy is that you?
Souls of brilliance elongate their arms and squeeze all the wistfulness right through my mush, broken ribs.
gravitating mildly when my eyesight starts to dim.
My my they say Iam a princess tonight, as they bundle me with quilts of green, red, and white. sky slightly dusted off it's stars so that I could come in.
I feel Alqods, the place that was once a chamber of safety now creamed with violence and corps.
All I asked for was love, I didn't choose to live the way, one bombing after the other, i could barely hear the strong whispers inside my head.And as the ground grows out of sight, dearest Palestine comes to Mind. We'll come back we'll set you free it's just a matter of time.I glazed my key with my bare, bruised hand. It was laced within my neck, battening it. A key which has always felt as though it was the weight of the world now lighter than a the goosebumps that ran along my spine.
I'll return and then only will I open my door with my key, being that it's now tattooed upon my chest.
I'll set a foot and memories will flee because Palestine you are everything to me.
My name you ask there's no need to know for name is just a title given off to blow. Because my identity has always lied within my ethnicity and where Iam allowed to swim. All the boarders I'll break because their voices have chased away all the sanity in me, because though you were with me I've felt alone all along. No one will determine where I wander, it'll just be you and I. That flame of light that kindled both of us to keep going has now run out. The soul within me flames my eyes instead, the door to you and me is open and everything has abated once again.

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