Marlene Rashidi Biography

Dream reality,
Dream with dignity,
Dream for humanity,
Dream for prosperity.
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Tears that flow like river,
Tears filled with pain,
Tears that attracts the stars at night,
Tears that brings the moonlight alive once more,
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A poem to be held

a poem to be fed, with words stronger than the ancient
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Is it because of my skin
color you call me a negro,
what about my inner color?
Who am I for you to judge?
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She was the darkness within the spirits of the lost ones.
I tried making her seem like the light in the wilderness but she was too ruined just like poetry written by an atrocious soul,
the way she trolled her pathways made those trying to figure her out fall between cracks,
although she was known for her golden silence,
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