Mariam de Haan
Born and raised in Africa, Tanzania and now living in Europe. I have been writing since the age of 13, it's what got me through my teenage years. At the age of 15-16, my English teacher told me to never stop. Now at the age of 18, I am officially introducing myself as a writer. I am stepping out, chasing my dreams and never looking back.
I write about world issues, about what I see, ... more »
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Mariam de Haan Poems
My true identity
I'm changing. Yes I know my face is the same So is my name And I'm still only partially sane,
Colours of happiness
In this tapestry called life We often see the strings of sadness, Forgetting the colours are made of joy. And the moments that only you and the seamstress know.
Apologies to a Prophet
I'm sorry, Sorry they call you a misogynist. You were a feminist before feminism was even a word. It was you who taught love for every aspect of women
The night sky glitters outside the plane window I would send you a picture But things like these are only meant for our eyes. In that night sky the terrorist told the freedom fighter,
My English teacher
My English teacher taught me, How the world is sweet About the songs without a beat. New places I did meet
I look at Paulo Coelho's blog And I see ten's of thousand's of followers At each word he writes He gains ever more fans
You never understand the seriousness of a situation Until you feel the pain. Until it hits you in the face so you can't run away. This is for those who joke about it,
The crying angel
What angel sits there Hugging a doll With tears in her eyes
A letter to a Captain
Captain Owen Did you find your glory? The glory you left home for You should have stayed
Got a phone call today They said you passed away You were fine morning And just yesterday
My kind of love
Sometimes I want a man To hold me tight And kiss me goodnight Then be gone in the morning
An angry woman's prayer
Go back to the beginning When Adam and Hawa committed the first sin Did Allah punish Hawa and protect Adam? Both received equal blame
To my English teacher
It's funny how a phrase can change everything. How one person made this all begin. I remember that day clearly
Waiting For a knight in armor shining For a dream to start growing For Peace to stop hiding
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My true identity
Yes I know my face is the same
So is my name
And I'm still only partially sane,
But I'm changing.
I found true beauty.
It's always been in front of me
But I guess I was to blind to see.
And I'm happy.
I never understood why they cry when they read the words.
I never understood why a rock meant such worth.
I never understood why they prepare for the worst.
Now look at me.
One chapter and I'm teary.
I stand five times but don't grow weary.
I guess it's because I found me,
My true identity.