by Abdullah Abdullah
(Kenitra, Morocco)

No one heard me cry,
No one saw me die,
like a little limping butterfly,
I crawled upon the the floor,
I reached the locked door,
I screamed in despair knowing,
None would give a care,
Or would agree to share,
None was willing to hear,
Or was wanting to see me die

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