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Apr 21
You might outcast us,
and trap us,
but we shine bright,
like a great light,
And in identities, we are not alike.

Scared of a man,
Me and my clan,
Why would I be a fan?
Ideas just ran,

Hello dear friends,
We reached dead ends,
With emotions misspends,
Curing heart rends.

Now we fix,
Building bricks,
Houses with no tricks,
Realisation finally kicks,
We now live in icks,
This poem is dedicated for my research paper and my lovely professor.
Written by
Omnia Algundy
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