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Poetry by
Farah Channaa
Country: Egypt
I am Deception
A smeared face
Not only one
Many faces compromise me
A shame
A withered ideal
A fake thing
Who am I?
A bunch of lies, am I not?
A healthy dumb person, a cripple
Can I ever utter the bitter truth?
And father will you forsake me?
Will you raise this child as yours
And will you look me in the eyes again?
Your daughter, your pride, no more
Words lie, they can't capture an essence
But the truth is clear as the morning dew to me
Express it, I can not
I am deaf to your values
Dumb to mine
Yes, I lie to you mother
I lie with conscience
I lie and am left with a burden
Heavier than yours
when you carries me in your gut
I am a mother to deception
No!
A mother to anything, I can never be
Because mama
I could never bare
never bare...
never mind
Call me deception
Farah Channaa
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