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Birds May Dance From Pain

By  Rasha Mansour

“My luck is so bad that if I
bought a cemetery
people would stop dying.”

How it`s difficult to play with the sky.
While trying to capture life,  life is smiling.
I am a mother to only one son
in a society of Aisha, Sameha, Zeinab
who never care if I am alive.

They dig into my pain to find out which spouse is fruitless,
It`s my “IVF”,
but the doctors’ art
who receive their cash
to tell me that:
I am the antique lamp with no light.

The tragedy is only
what we let die inside us
while we are alive . . . 


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