Difficult

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Rise

You held me up when everything was trying to pull me down,

You stood up for me when everyone was working on making me fall,

You made me believe in me when I was hopeless,

You made me rise when I was falling,

You created a hero in me in the midst of a war,

You created a fighter yet you didn’t even know it

Dancing with Death

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They lived in fear,

They had in the past be a target of their nation

Children of their nation,

Killed and tortured,

By those meant to protect them

Seeds of their nation,

Called looters and hooligans to justify their killings

Those meant to keep them safe,

Kept quiet,

Those who talked,

Denied

Those who tried,

Were intimidated

Those that fought on,

Were silenced

They watched as some of their brothers,

Danced to the rhythm of their death,

Just because they spoke a different tongue

Victims,

Wounded forever,

They lost their fathers,

Their friends,

Their siblings,

They even lost their children

Their truth was denied,

Only they know what it was like to face death,

Then being blamed for bringing it on themselves through lies and propaganda

They were lied to when they were told that they were children of their nation,

They wait for the end of their torment while they live in fear,

They have memories that will always be scars in their hearts,

Yet they fear that this may not be the end,

All they do is pray that there will not be a next time,

All they have to hold on to is their faith

HIDDEN TRUTH

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Pale,

No tears,

No emotions

Stiff,

Standing still,

Occasional smiling,

Frequent hiding

She had built herself,

And broke down her walls

But all those who came running in,

Were simply the wrong kind of people

They told her she was worthless,

They avoided her like a diseases,

And they only needed her,

When they needed someone to look down upon and to despise,

They taught her to hate herself,

And she accepted it

She tried to be strong,

But deep down she knows,

The strength she tries to show,

Is a mask for depression,

That she thinks will be her ruin

She wants to fight,

Yet she asks herself,

‘How many times,

Will I have to say,

I’ll put on a fight,

Just one more time’