Human Rights (05:35 AM)
Words start to appear I think about A man My rhyme seems to When I only want to Give my attention to A man Messed up with spying liars stuck My words can heal For free Their enemies get better Through me So,
To not free me To bully To distract To laugh about To underestimate To make me look like mental While I make them mental For being alive still To show love Jesus they praise, or jew they claim to be Islamic or not? Muhammed I follow tradition I write poetry they mess with As if they don't know? Patient Soon I write on a high level soon Can buy wine to erase them Let them sleep While my men wake me So i can write A poem Mostly, about my man Who will make it? To see me? Patient I try to help A hi Money should not be on the mind As if i am your wife for years Daughter for years Family Member for years
My name is Light Was it funny to break light? When the world was about to stop I respond and now still They mess with My rhyme My amateur art As they think That i can look like a stupid worthless poor whore A failure Still Who cares? I do They do Because i keep them alive for free Love they feel Scared that a muhammed member will let them down Never will I Their own people do Did And done I know the worth of it all Because i have nothing I know how it feels I know feel Without feel, no poem or art They just buy it to show off When they are dead I am still alive Impatient for me they are When does she finally die?
Well, the world will also die when I die Not my fault “
Nadiya A.A.M. Mohado Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995
Writing wasnt unexpected When their working day starts, and i have money again to drink wine. I can write. I dont get drunk. Never had an hangover. I am also Arab. Took the test. Liters of wine and my mind is silent again. Without any blackout or so. I dont eat anything with it. It turns out to be a medicine for true royalty. And i am, officially a princess. Because of USA i know. And Deutschland. Here in The NL they have f cked me and my body is the evidence. How they only want to stop the world. With stopping the innocent. In Buddhism we call that karma i think.
Gosh. Help. Sillicon Valley?..