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Villanelle

by Amira Awaad

“We..?”

We are the fortunate exception to the true face of this nation…

Real dreams are born into this desert-nourished nation,
No silver spoons or birthright boons.

We’ll rise and surpass the centuries of stagnation.

Where ill-learned bus drivers know their classist social station;
Each will confess under the prejudice-less moon, that
Real dreams are born into this desert-nourished nation.

Frail children will attest to their detrimental education;
Their minds nourished with brainwash
cartoons, they need to
Rise and surpass the centuries of stagnation.

Homeless babies feed on the sympathies of
minority populations,
The pashas pass pocket change from their BMWs,
Real dreams are born into this desert-nourished nation.

Where women still suffer the injustice of patriarchal regulation,
And are frowned upon by the anti-divorce elders of nuptial glue
They, rise and surpass the centuries of stagnation.

And I am denied a job today,
by those that prefer a foreigner’s classification.

We are tired of being passed over; used, abused, and subdued,
Because real dreams are born into this desert-nourished nation
We need to: Rise and surpass the centuries of stagnation.

 

All artwork is courtesy of Eman Osama.

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