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“Can I love myself, without feeling, I am too much for the world?
I am too much into myself:
“Can I walk with my head high, feeling safe, unafraid,
Like I have won a beautiful and grand prize?
Because you gave me the gift of my miraculous life;
“Can my tears fall openly—without shame?”
When my heart ache and life seem not the same,
In the matrix of your ideology game,
“Can I smile sweetly without pretense?”
And feel as if you are with me, until the very end:
Can I be silent, very silent, as I wish to be:
To thank my mother, all mothers—who prayed,
Cared, loved me—us despite in their displeased,
During the journey of self-discovery—to find myself;
“Can I thank the God of breath now?”
My daddy who is the beginning and the end,
As you read these words: May peace reign within,
Morning, noon, night, as this poetic piece end.