If Hell Had A Paradise (Don’t You Follow Me)

If Hell had a paradise that would be the Middle East
and the hope for freedom and peace…

...I am not the first ever woman to be born of the blood and the fire...don’t you try to silence me...I am in the middle of my innocence...my devotion is to love...my passion is to truth...my private side is just a collection of my public dimensions...and my displacement is the story of a soul grooming her roots in a far away land...

...Bulimic Night...don’t you follow me...I am crying with head and heart in my hands...Night ...don’t you follow me...your spirit is cruel...don’t you follow me...can’t you see their youthful eyes...can’t you see they are on a hunger strike...can’t you see they are dying...Night...don’t you follow me...I am crying head and heart in my hands...Night...don’t you follow me...tomorrow the sun will breathe its last breath but we will live on even in the dark...don’t you follow me...I am Christian, I am Muslim, and I am Jewish...I will fight you with all I am...

...Bitter Night...don’t you follow me...you can never win...I am on their side…I am the true child of God…and I am not the first ever woman to be born of the blood and the fire...