War times

When they wish to erase me 
But can’t live without me
“Take the child of her!” 
But my child is not me 
The delusion they live in is not even heartbreaking 
It’s trying to get rid of me so I don’t have a working day 
Don’t have a husband 
Or don’t have education in the end to raise my own family 
They’re addicted to the stage I’ve been given 
After being in the shadow for years and years 
I am now known after I became a mother so I would never be forgotten and will be known 
To put the world on a test 
What have they done to me? 
Why? 
And how? 
As they only want to profit from me my whole life 
It’s hard to find someone I can trust 

Nadiya