Yours

Arms stretching out

Feeling the boarders of my imagination

Running my fingers on an unseen destination

How could I see things I can not imagine?

How could I become what I do not dare to be?

This box

Was not

Made

For

ME

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2003 in History

They were barefooted

Running after the tanks

Men dressed the color of desert

Staring at the foreigner’s hands

Children waving

Glorious day

When they believed what the soldiers had to say

Freedom I long to know

Freedom they told me so

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