(I am the Tahrir Square (by Ameera Fouad

I am only one year old

I can't say where was my place of borne

                                   

I was all over the country last year

In Suez's Arbaeen  &  in Alex Kaed Ibrahim

My birthday is supposed to be today

But for some reason I am not gay

Nothing happened I called for

Everyone here took a fall

My blood of last year is still wet

It hasn't dried yet: I am very fret 

Now, people call me awful names

Some call me that I am not loyal or steadfast 

Others say that I did that for some fame

Everyone forget that everything was false & fake

The flags stood there and martyrs fell down on my walls

My pavements witnessed mockery and blood thirst against the falls

I witnessed one celebration when the tyranny fell down

But all was brainwashed by some referendum I don't know about

They said "I get Kentucky "and Donald duck mimics my voice

It is Egypt's voice for God's sake : come &  see me if you are still unaware

There are babies: women and children

I have niqabs , hijabs and ladies in red coats

I embed everyone: the salfiysts and the hairs done

I love everyone :the doctors and the engineers ones

Don't tell me : I am not there

Don't tell me : to step aside and run

I have been just one year old

And all what I got, is none

I am the Tahrir square

And I am proud to be the one

I am a replica of all suburbs and of people who have nothing

I am a replica of Nobel prize winners and of all sheyoukhs and Nuns

I am the freedom, the bread

I am Ahmed who lost his eyes

I am Mina who lost his life

I am the social justice, the democracy and all the above

I am the dream, your dream

I am Egypt and all the Egyptians 

I am the Tahrir Sqaure

   …  I am only one year old