This is for you

This is for the girl who has to repress her feeling to other girls

the one who doesn't deserve the rights of a human.

Are we not all human? Are we not all created as one?

This is for the boy who sits in the back biting his tongue for fear of hate.

Nobody will know otherwise, nobody will hear.

Don't question authority or be questioned yourself.

This is for the woman who holds her head low under the hijab.

She's not a bad person, but you can't see past it.

We're all just our outward appearances in the end.

This is for the land that was never truly ours'.

The fire, the murder, the hate, that was ours though.

We take and take but will we ever give?

This is for you Big Brother with your head held so high.

Smug grin on your face as if you know.

This country is both created and destroyed by you, congratulations.

Am I supposed to thank you now?

This poem is about: 
My country

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