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My Silent Protest

My freedom is
suppressed,
oppressed,
Boxed in,
choked,
suffocated,
I am left with no breathe.

I am slowly dying,
My dreams are being killed,
My hope is being crushed,
My peace is being disrupted,
I am forced into silence.

I silently object.
I silently raise my voice.
I silently refuse to be
Punched,
Kicked,
put in a bottle.
I silently protest

A new day has come. Image credit: Geralt Pixabay

Poem by Rosette Nteyafas

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