Mariam de Haan

My English teacher taught me,
How the world is sweet
About the songs without a beat.
New places I did meet
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I'm changing.
Yes I know my face is the same
So is my name
And I'm still only partially sane,
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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.
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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
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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,
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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,
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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
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What angel sits there
Hugging a doll
With tears in her eyes
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Got a phone call today
They said you passed away
You were fine morning
And just yesterday
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Captain Owen
Did you find your glory?
The glory you left home for
You should have stayed
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Sometimes I want a man
To hold me tight
And kiss me goodnight
Then be gone in the morning
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Go back to the beginning
When Adam and Hawa committed the first sin
Did Allah punish Hawa and protect Adam?
Both received equal blame
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It's funny how a phrase can change everything.
How one person made this all begin.

I remember that day clearly
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I have learned the importance of listening.
So many of us listen to answer
But some voices are so fragile,
That you need to pause in your pursuit of life
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The whistle blows.
The steam hisses upwards.
Two jolts forward
And smoothly we move onward.
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The rose wilts,
Petal by petal.
The candle melts
Flicker by flicker.
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Waiting
For a knight in armor shining
For a dream to start growing
For Peace to stop hiding
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See those people there

Two fishes in the wind
Yearning for water
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Pitter-patter of their feet
I take a bite of my wafel
A man on the other side stares at me
As I slurp my slagroom
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For those days I yearn
When we did not count what we earn.
When our homes were on our backs
And our family was our pack.
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