Shayma Ahmadi Shahsavaran
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Asia was a golden ring that my fathers put it on my finger.
Many years ago they made me get married. They shrouded my daughters.
Asia become a ring of fire. I have to jump through it.
Living was a circus, and it’s men did curl the ring in my ears.
A country where the black boots crushed my destiny under their feet.
They tamed, and uprooted the wild raspberry.
War means pick up your gun, and take aim at my buttons.
The bare, and injured men wore my pieces.
Asia became a ring of a rope tha