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hello, Meera, my darling! sorry for being so late with this, classes are crazy right now. I hope you enjoy this poem.

“Ways of Rebelling” by Nathalie Handal

Who needs to be at peace in the world? It helps to be between wars, to die a  few  times  each day to understand your father's sky, as you take it apart piece  by  piece  and can't feel  anything,  can't  feel the tree growing under your feet, the eyes poking night only to find another night to compare it to.Whoever   heard   of   turning   pain   into   hummingbirds   or   red  birds—haven't  we  grown?  What  does  it mean to be older?  Maybe a house with-out  doors  can  still  survive  a  storm. Maybe I can't find the proper way to rebel  or  damn it,  I can't  leave.  I want to,  but you grow inside of me. Andas  I  watch   you,  before  I  know  it,  I'm  too  heavy,  too full  of  you  to  move.Maybe  that's what they meant when they said you shouldn't love a country too much.

if jess is short for jessica which means god beholds then p sure jess means god. u r god. i bow 2 u. unless u dnt belive in god. thats cool 2