Tell Me Why

Tell Me Why short poem

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Please tell me why
I have to deny
I cannot verify
the one thing I try
that makes me high

Please tell me why
I have to defy
I cannot rely
on that which will satisfy
keeping me from this lie

Please tell me why
I have to be sly
when everything is nigh
still all want to vie
they want their piece of the pie
and I just want to unify

Please tell me why
every beautiful butterfly
has to prematurely die
it should be the harmony
that leads the way to unity

Please tell me why
I have to feel shy
I can’t even cry
my eyes have run dry
I’ll get by with just a sigh

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Zaynub Elshamy

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I've come to write poetry quite late in live actually, but now I seem to have words and rhyme flow from my fingertips. I can write everyday and feel inspired by comments to push myself to try different forms and styles and not just write out one type of poem.More an eclectic bunch I would say, almost always with a positive groove!!
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