Sometimes I dream of Frieds. Sometimes of dark eyes and small hands. And sometimes of Independance. A friend understands me. But in reality, nobody does. Normal people worry me. No joke. I have been let down so many times that I now think a true friend is non-existant. As for the dark eyes and small hands, that ship seems to have sailed. The only reasonable one of the above is ndependance. That is smething I am used to. A dream is worth living but the question is 'How does one live a dream?' In our gruesome lifestyle, I am petrified of the people who hate me. It is so easy for one to get drugs nowadays. I am constantly afraid of someone spiking a drink or food of mine. Is that a little paranoid???
I wrote a poem. It's the truth and from the heart. After all 'a dream is a wish your heart makes.'
A Dream
A person once said: "I have a dream"
But Mr. King never knew mine
A wish for a better world
With more sugar and cream
Less poverty
Less starving children
And peace.
My dream involves a peaceful Israel
Helping those that are poor and frail
Stopping bloodshed
And loss of heads
Keeping lives happy
And kindle souls with the fire
Of brotherhood
And peace
To iron out the fabric of this world
Instead of having it hurled
At the unfortunate.
I believe in love and happiness
A friendship between brothers
And a sisterhood between sisters.
However, my dream is impossible
As long as power exists
It could sound plausible
If we were all considered as equals
And no superiority
Due to richess or lineage
Existed
So be a united people,
Or die trying.
xoxo
Bibi
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