Identity
By Hiba Mezni :
They ask me who I am
From where I came, what’s my name
They though I’ll get shame
They’ll have the opportunity to blame
But it doesn’t’ seem to be the same
I said I’m a flower with a mind
With a direction to find
With memories behind
I’m a butterfly with a pen
As strong as hundred men
When I feel ugliness I close my eyes
And count to ten
I see my dreams which begin
I open them and dream again and again
I’m such a youthful tree
Who want to visit the sea
To be where she cannot be
That’ the real me
Not a lie in the crowd
Not a number on the board
Not a face in the road
I’m humanity and feelings
I’m beauty and meanings
I’m the pages of a book
I’m the age it took
To get old and forgot
I’m the future and this day
When everybody’ll walk away
While I’m standing
Looking and meditating
I’m a girl with no name
From nowhere I came
That’s me and that’s what I’ll always gonna be
By Hiba Mezni
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