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I really, sincerely wonder how my mom expects me to write my paragraph & extensive math homework.
and my dad expects me to write my poems tonight.
it is almost midnight.
and I have to read 120 pages,
Well at least I am still working on them -
My mom got up and told me that the math doesn't have to be turned in yet.
poem, paragraph. -
Rephrase
Salvation is on it's way
in the form of a plane,
with it my escape
this battle insane,
This road, narrow
Every step closer, -
I suck at this.
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The death and pain
of those behind,
I cannot contain
There agony cries, -
Chasing freedom
So far away,
To be rid of this label
Afghani,
To be free to follow Christianity,
Salvation is on its way
In the form of a plane,
my feet blistered
sand moving out of my way
This freedom is nearing
but the distance between,
the past and me
is not far enough still,
The death and pain
of those behind,
I cannot contain
There agony cries,
Back where women like me
Lacked rights,
and children were wary
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Not anymore
My past is dead
all that remains
is this line
between me and my sanity
Freedom. -
Oppression's rein
has lost my grip,
And my shapeless future
begins to emerge ,
as I fly away
Into whatever this future may hold,
Not anymore,
My past is dead
All that remains,
is this line
between me and my sanity ,
freedom -
Chasing freedom
So far away,
To be rid of this label
Afghani,
To be free to follow Christianity,
Salvation is on its way
In the form of a plane,
my feet blistered
sand moving out of my way
This freedom is nearing
but the distance between,
the past and me
is not far enough still,
The death and pain
of those behind,
I cannot contain
There agony cries,
Back where women like me
Lacked rights,
and children were wary,
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Oppression's rein
has lost my grip,
And my shapeless future
begins to emerge ,
as I fly away
Into whatever this future may hold,
Not anymore,
My past is dead
All that remains,
is this line
between me and my sanity ,
freedom, -
No! That sound horrid!
let me try again -
Sorry if I'm interrupting))
Better then I could ever do though :I
Also are you christian? -
Tis okay
No, it is horrid, I am going to have to finish it tomorrow.
Yes, I am. -
Whoa, I sounded horrible right there. Let me try again
no, I am sure you are way better than me -
Oh alright.
Its not horrible~ and aha no I couldn't do poetry even if my life depended on it.
Ah, that's cool~ -
Not possible, I suck at poetry, anything is better than it. So even if you were bad you would still be better than me.
Yeah, it isn't like what people say it is. People are very biased -
Oh say, although the above poem is just a rough draft, could you tell everyone what you get out of that poem? It is for school and I really need a good grade so I have to make sure it contains all your vital information without upsetting the flow of the poem (which I failed miserably at)
So basically, if you set aside the typos and rough flow, what can you interpret from the poem?
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