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My Identity

By RY Mg Mg Khin

You locked my hands
You robbed my properties
You burned my home
You raped my sisters
You killed my people
You tortured my soul
You bulldozed my mosques
You restricted my education
You banned my dreams
You cheated me with fraud cases.
You made plenty of dramas with lives.
You discriminated me in many ways.
You did all your jobs,
But I am not backing off.
You can never hide my identity.

My identity is god-gifted.
Since decades, I have been holding it.
My identity is my blood,
Without it, I cannot survive.
It is the right to my life!

No one can rob my identity
And I will never let it happen.

Editorial Team 
The Art Garden Rohingya 

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