The Essence Of Who I Am

I have the passion 

I have the power 

I wrote half a book in an hour 

No one will care about a word I say until my funeral

Maybe they will have a clever idea to sell my books as a way to pay 

Maybe I have to die first before anyone will really hear all that I have always been trying to say 

Like Van Gough

Maybe it’s my culture 

Maybe it’s my nose 

I try to be proud of my Middle Eastern heritage but when I tell people they all just say oh 

The women there have no right to speak 

They were taught to be quiet and never ever impose

Maybe that is why I hear all the screaming in my ears from my long-gone ancestors 

Begging me

Begging me to transpose

M.A.P

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