Lotte Ahmad Biography

Her hands are pudgy and worn-out.
They've neither known manicures nor special loving care.
Hard work is spelled by the calluses on the back of her right hand.
Hard work and little to no rest.
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Hold my hand.
Secure my vulnerability in the tightness of your protective fist.
Like even if the world around us came crumbling down,
you would not let it go for a way out of your misery.
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He goes on bended knees before the King:
A lamb yielding himself to be used as the offering the Father needs for the last sacrifice.
He neither resists nor demands a compensation,
for he knows that he will be a gift freely given
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'Take these two orange pills and everything will be alright, ' she said to me,
Her voice, a gentle but insistent lull cooling the embers of my dying resistance.
I gave her my abundance,
she gave me an escape.
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