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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes I dare to dream of grasslands where we ran free. Laughing. Playing together before the fall of darkness. Singing with our brothers the songs of children. Happy songs. Life songs. Sometimes I dare to dream of my mama's face. A smiling face. Trusting me to tend the babies or to go to the well for water. Sending me to do things for her. Her dark eyes following. Sometimes I dare to dream Of sleeping in my family's hut. Of sleeping at night instead of running and hiding from those who would snatch me from my family's care. The ones who would demand I kill or be killed. who would torture even the smallest. Our stolen childhood their greatest joy. Sometimes I dare to dream of an education. Worthwhile things to teach to the young ones, instead of the things I have been forced to learn. How to live and not kill. How to love without hate. How to touch without shame. Sometimes I dare to dream that I am still just a girl that I have never killed another that I have never bit my lip to keep the screams inside as I am taken again and again passed from soldier to soldier as a prize they are forced to receive. Sometimes I dare to dream But I always wake up still here in my war torn land where the lives of children are gobbled up by the twisted souls of evil men who cherish not the laughter of the little ones. Who would reach into our heads and take away even our dreams. Yes, Sometimes, I dare to dream!
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