Do you really know the real me?

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 14:44 -- aeloued

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I want them to see the real me

I want them to not be blind when it's about me

 

They say that I'm in binds

Just because of the ways I look like in their minds

And now it's my turn to tell them who is the real me

First look and tell me what you see

They will see a smile full of Blessing

But they will never see the heart that is broken by the media's wind

They will see a veil

But will they know that is cavining my head not my mind

Will they see my eyes's love, caring and fond

 

Hope that one day they will see the real me.

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aeloued

I want them to see the real me

I want them to not be blind when it's about me

 

They say that I'm in binds

Just because of the ways I look like in their minds

And now it's my turn to tell them who is the real me

First look and tell me what you see

They will see a smile full of Blessing

But they will never see the heart that is broken by the media's wind

They will see a veil

But will they know that is cavining my head not my mind

Will they see my eyes's love, caring and fond

 

Hope that one day they will see the real me.

aeloued

I wrote this poem to express my self as A youth Arab Americain teen girl who lives in the wester world.

aeloued

I wrote this poem to express my self as a young Arba Americain teen Girl who lives in a westren world.

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