I have the right to be angry

I have the right to feel bad

I have the right to be furious

I have the right to be mad

So why are you muting my voice

And why do you think that

You can ever make me yours

I have the right of being a human being

Who is hurt and crushed by pain

Who is screaming out loud :

“Give me my right to be free .”

People around me tell me to be quiet

Everything will be ok and life is more than black and white

Tell that to my eyes who see the right thing to do

And my hands who can’t reach it .

For them I am just a young girl who knows nothing

But I know that I am more than that

You tell me life is full of colors , don’t you

I will tell you what colors I am

I am red the color of blood on the streets

I am yellow color of hope for which my brothers die

I am green color of plants planted by angels

I am pink color of girls who wear their beauty for their men in the battle

I am black color of anger

And I am white color of purity.

Learn from me ,from my rainbow.

At some point of our human day

Children became more  wise than parents

They saw what parents refused to

They  have young hearts

Others have old minds .

And for me my heart is enough

My heart always tells the truth

He tells me about the murderer ,the tyrant

He tells me about the murdered ,the martyr

For me my heart is all I need to be angry

To  feel bad ,to be furious and to get  mad .

I won’t let  you mute my voice just because I am not yours

i am mine

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