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I Am Somalia
I am dark red
blood coming
from my family
and country.
I am a sad girl
who was only a
baby when she
saw a war.
I am a sad girl
from where gangsters
came at night
and stole what-
ever they wanted.
I am a girl
who hasn’t
seen her country
But I am also
a mother who
tells her daughter
about her country.
I am a place
where people
like to eat meat, and
I am a country
where some
people sell
fruits in the street.
I am a girl
with mysteries
behind a door that
I don’t
know about.
I am as
big as I can
be and
small.
I am a mango-
eating machine.
I am Somalian as
Somalian I am.
by Fatima, 6th Grade