I'm crying out but I shed no tears Nobody thinks of me Why do they blame me? I smile to hide the pain My laugh is loud but can't be heard When it thunders, I sleep I eat but my stomach never fills The world around me screams "Wow!" and I ask "How?" Love for another...Love for another, does it really exist? Too busy running, too self-absorbed Everyone around me unable to see When everything breaks, I'm left to pick up the pieces Illusions are the prize and me a tear in their eyes I count 1, 2, 3...You see Last on the list, other things on it first I walk, I run it matters nonetheless My roar overflows with words without pages I wink at the bright yellow sun as the birds fly by Look how high my broken swing touches the sky Subdued by it all, my stillness keeps me afloat Why me, Why me Why not us, Why not us -Najwa Kareem This poem is dedicated to the precious innocent children of Syria who have been victimized by wicked, stony-hearted, barbaric acts of murderers, hypocrites, oppressors, haters, evildoers, etc. *originally published on 7/22/14 at poems4palestine.com
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