Sunday, October 28, 2012

I am Malala.


Because I rose from the night of capture,
Because I raised my head high to see dawn,
Because I awoke from the nightmare,
Because my pen became my sword,
To break through the vicious cage...

You answered my questions by spilling blood
-the price of your brutality, the cost of my outcry for freedom


Because I fought for my right
Because I didn’t keep silent
Because I didn’t shut myself in your cage
Because I didn’t fear your continuous threat

You tried to cease my life and silence that voice

A spark once triggered spreads
And swallows like wild-fire
The spark will shine and glow
And will forever be enlightened

I will rise again
I will be the dawn
I will awake

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