They never asked
What is my favourite food
They never asked
What is my favourite drinks
They never asked
Am I okay?
They never asked
Did I excel?
They never asked
What have I done
They never asked
Did I hurt or cried
They never asked
Will I wish to stay
They never asked
If I am okay to be born
And I am here crying in the middle of the night
Asking what is wrong that I have done
To be treated this way
And I asked God
Does God asked me before that I want to be exist?
No, they never asked me
And if they asked me
I think I will be okay.
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A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
