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written by: Hino Black

 

Through my bedroom window...
I'm aimlessly looking at the sky...
Thinking of my life so far...
I've only known things...
I didn't want to know...
I lost my voice and only their words...
I'm now speaking...
There's a voice in my heart...
Telling me... Don't follow the orders of society...
And be free like a bird...
Keep on dreaming...
Even these dreams are disappearing with the wind...
They decided everything for me...
Even which dream I should dream...
Everything is their choice...
My clothes... My beliefs... My dreams... Even my future...
But from time to time...
I will break their rules...
And fly outside the herd...
And sing melodies...
That they never heard...
Like a bird in the sky...
Flying freely through the night...
Unseen but definitely heard.

Hino Black

Hino Black

Hino Black, a struggling poet from Yemen ...her words came from the pain of being born as a woman in such society and culture...
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