a new york disaster a poem by nadiya a. a. m. mohado sheikh nur

A New York Disaster

false A New York disaster when i could be killed am Killed

By New York And It's Times for fakeness hoaxing and so further on, bloating when I, cycling through bombings on Nature my hair in The Wind Of Words And Swords I, was alone

Lies caused me damage and with my risen courage I wrote Poetry February the third 'Till: who my savior, that Bird?

Equal I saved once a bird when being Child Now they are there for me even when In The Wild Equal I believe Not for the eye to see because when they made people believe that I would be ruining marriages causing damages when they caused damages while I do nothing than just writing Uniting and being not The Famous I warn for Unknown as I am And Hidden away Ready to be slaved But never!

Never by The Dutch!

Who have a history of publishing Descartes Erasmus, Spinoza and so has known Democracy from the start

Love I love The Dutch Love always too insecure Who is who? when insecure the devil you listen to our to yourself?! when words laying been said under the shelf from books been told where are you today? making a new way? to say what not to say or to play along with me a game to end communism?!

Think and you are free to be Love.

Nadiya Amina A. M. Mohado Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995 Megen, The Netherlands with lots of hugs from my parents too i survived and they came to say hi and bring some food to care for me i feel a bit ill and weak probably because of the medicine and my left arm

have great days when hearing the truth love that way to better times.

09-02-2022

22 August 2021: New York In My 08-'21 I breathe Reversed air stuck in your scare + Something built inside of me Iron, strong as my blood but made solid ÷ It flows but makes it stop where it should grow Cells, circles, oxygen It should grow You know, knew and still know I said no Remember?

Air we shared?

I would scream: No! I still breathe, Inhale, exhale In and out Slow, fast, And then again fast It never went back in reverse to me

I always flow Further Through cells, circles, oxygen Lines made look like dots And dots made look like lines And so it goes Heroes? Where? Are they scared?

Can I share?

It flows It doest come back It should always feel like Only The New I pass Only The New Makes you feel like Brand new It doesn't blind you Like New York

By Nadiya Amina Aweis Mohamed Mohado (Sheikh Nur) 30-11-1995

22-08-2021 The Netherlands Going back to Lodewijk its wijk.

Lood. Auch. (not just Holland you know. United. 7 regions.

United world. United states. United.

I am alone. Thats a fact. Still.

I failed.

Too emotional So i go crazy Still silent Maybe thats shittier.

Prettier?

No. I wear a facemask sometimes.