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Let Me Speak

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Let me speak for all of the people in the Middle East who want their voices to be heard. 
Let me tell you just how hard is. 
Let me shape how life threatening it can become. 
Let me explain to you what the media doesn't want you to know. 
Let me show you the Middle East from another perspective...my perspective. This is a collection of poems about the Arab Spring, the conflicts being faced there, the present-day civil war, and how misunderstood Muslims and Arabs are.
------ Story cover courtesy of @XCrocusX. Thank you. 
----- #322 in Poetry and #41 in Crime. Thank you so much. I sincerely appreciate it.All Rights Reserved

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Truly Alive

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