In this poem Dima Yousf talks about her having a knife like the scars on peoples necks after them being killed. She talks about having the fingers to do the same things that murderers do. And being able to hurt someone without cringing her eyes. If she had a knife and it needed to be sharpened she would do it with her teeth. If she had teeth to speak up instead of cringe it would be better because she could speak up to those who are hurting people. She inspections the years being edible because for so long they are starving. If her heart was a god she would do something about they death and the hunger.
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