I try to figure out why sleeping with the enemy is another story, thrilling and heart pounding.
They have told me, you're serving your country, saving lives of civilians.
Darling, we are at war, and war justifies your performance.
Really? Then tell me why I feel like a whore?
Tell me why I cry every night. I miss my kiddo, I miss my only love, I miss the peace of my country, I miss the peace in my heart.
Maria, we have to sacrifice for a country we all cherish. We have a country that demands our breath. Maria, you are the unknown soldier, and if you die as a whore, and I die as a soldier, and others die in pain to save the identity of our nation, a day will come when we will rise as a healthy society, not as a broken body.
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Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoesiaA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
