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Me and Marianne, Marianne and me Love story for two years and six months It was outlaw love relation I gave you love and you consumed me You gave me pain and I consumed my hopes I asked you my freedom
By Youssif HALIEM Posted in Poetry on June 9, 2018 0 Comments 3 min read
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(Marianne=France)

Me and Marianne, Marianne and me

Love story for two years and six months

It was outlaw love relation

I gave you love and you consumed me

You gave me pain and I consumed my hopes

I asked you my freedom

And you showed me your inequality

Till you ended our love story badly

In this relation I didn’t have any paper

And you ended with one paper

In that paper

You declared me a Clinical dead

You didn’t care as it’s always your habit

You ignored and denied

And didn’t admit your guilt or even tried

I once thought that you exist since the eternity

And it’s you who invented the humanity

Even though the countries can hurt us

And make us lost

But it has never belonged to us

You didn’t stop here

But You peeled my skin

And denied my humanity

And through me aside

To live with a medical ventilator

I thought the countries cannot be loved

But I doubted when I saw your smile

And then I changed my doubts, When I saw your fangs

 

My dear, I know you don’t like when I talk about this

then let’s me talk about me

I born from the pain womb

And always lived in its lap

Till my pain left me painless

Now You can’t hurt me anymore

And Make me lose anymore

Because I don’t exist anymore in the humanity guidebook

I am a wrecked ship without anchor

Lost in vagrant’s sea

I am sorry if I become hard on you a little

But you never show me anything of mercy

Sorry my dear

but you always have been the subject and I was the object

I am not strong enough to stand up to challenge you

But I am not the weak who kiss your hands

I’m not the naive who fears you

And I am not the clever who intimidate you

I am not free, but I am not your prisoner

I am neither this nor that

 

 

 

Marianne, I don’t want to see you anymore

I have saw you enough

I saw you in the rich people who look at you as a half god

and in the poor people who suffer in the suburbs

And in the people who consider the racism as a gift

And in the four policemen who throw me as a thief

Don’t be sad when you hear the truth

And don’t even cry

Let me hug you

do not ask me why

Do not even laugh

Let me express my feelings as I have a chance

Let me scream naked in the street

I promise I will hide my black skin, I swear

Let me be crazy once

Let me cry and cry and don’t weep my tear

 

Maybe I am like a child without a homeland or a life

But I still exist

In the seabed

And in the fire flame

I am a man of civilization

And I am also a caveman

I am a refugee with his dignity

I am a pulse of life, Without veins

I’m not a king, but not your slave

Maybe I’m the weak, who will never be stronger

And the human, who considered as not human

But I still believe in the theory of humanity

Even when this word become meaningless

Even I don’t speak very well the French Language

But for us the word “France” came from ‘Souffrance’

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