My voice is shaking
But not more than my hands are
This country is burning in flames of a fire that hasn't even started yet
This country is a house for so many and a home to much less
This place is a threat to our wellbeing and I can't help but feeling trapped
Trapped in a place that's supposed to treat me equally
A place that's supposed to be for the free
Tell me how to survive the war in our minds
Who to choose and who to be
Tell me how to survive
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For a Moment ║ Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of poems that come from the soul. May they help you in this crazy life.
