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 The Longing by Nimah Nawwab 
						Freedom.How her spirit
 Haunts,
 Hooks,
 Entices us all!
 
 Freedom,
 Will the time come
 For my ideas to roam
 Across this vast land’s deserts,
 Through the caverns of the Empty Quarter?
 
 
 For my voice to be sent forth,
 Crying out in the stillness of a quiet people,
 A voice among the voiceless?
 
 For my thoughts, that hurl around
 In a never-ending spiral,
 To settle
 Mature, grow and flourish
 In a barren wasteland of shackled minds?
 
 Will my spirit be set free—
 To soar above the undulating palm fronds?
 Will my essence and heart be unfettered,
 Forever
 Freed,
 Of man-made Thou Shall Nots?
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