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Parvana

Rahima

Both

Once a girl
Saving my family
Staying free
No more courage, but hope never leaves.
I felt like i had to
It wasn't my choice
Our voice wouldn't matter.
Another chance.
I’ll save my father
I’ll ignore him once more.
No more tears
Cried my hope away
Cried my chance away
Is there hope?
I wish
One day
My world
Would be perfect
My wish, my hope, my dream; life will get better
This is just a lie
This dream is naive
Life is but a crashed dream

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Two Voice Poem - Somewhat Similar Mica H. M3-02

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Two Voice Poem - Somewhat Similar Mica H. M3-02

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I look out the window to see an empty, sad village

I look out to see boys playing, and I join them

We are girls pretending to be boys

We are not free or allowed to be ourselves

I became a bacha posh to save my family, to provide for them, because girls cannot.

I was forced to become a bacha posh to provide for my family and run errands, but I enjoy it

We are altruistic, generous, and loving

An endless feeling of hunger never leaves me and my family.

My mother lets me have more food, now that I’m a boy, I can’t even remember the feeling of hunger

We take risks, knowing that what we do is not allowed.

I live in a constant state of fear

And live in a somewhat peaceful area.

We are bacha posh but wish to be more.

I am isolated from the world around me

I am welcomed by the world

I have a father who was put in jail

I have a father who is almost a ghost

Our fathers lost a leg

Why is this happening?

Afraid but eager to learn

Determined and eager to learn

My choice

My family's choice

We are bacha posh

We can’t be ourselves when we are living in a country where the men are superior!

I long for freedom for myself and my father

I long to be a boy permanently

We want freedom for girls like us. We are bacha posh.

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Two voice poem - Somewhat similar - Lucie R.

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Two voice poem - Somewhat similar - Lucie R.

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I look out the window to see an empty, sad village

I look out to see boys playing, and I join them

We are girls pretending to be boys

We are not free or allowed to be ourselves

I became a bacha posh to save my family, to provide for them, because girls cannot.

I was forced to become a bacha posh to provide for my family and run errands, but I enjoy it

We are altruistic, generous, and loving

An endless feeling of hunger never leaves me and my family.

My mother lets me have more food, now that I’m a boy, I can’t even remember the feeling of hunger

We take risks, knowing that what we do is not allowed.

I live in a constant state of fear

And live in a somewhat peaceful area.

We are bacha posh but wish to be more.

I am isolated from the world around me

I am welcomed by the world

I have a father who was put in jail

I have a father who is almost a ghost

Our fathers lost a leg

Why is this happening?

Afraid but eager to learn

Determined and eager to learn

My choice

My family's choice

We are bacha posh

We can’t be ourselves when we are living in a country where the men are superior!

I long for freedom for myself and my father

I long to be a boy permanently

We want freedom for girls like us. We are bacha posh.

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I want to be on a bright blue beach after all of this

I will meet you on this beach in a while

However i must go now i am being married off to a groom who lives in Herat

Your leaving??

Yes but it’s not my choice

I know i just dont know what ima do without you

Im wishing you good luck

Thanks

Here take some of the money i earned from the groom and his family

No i cant

Please take it

Wow thx so much

Good luck deliwar

Good luck parvana

By the way ill meet you on that beach

Id like that

Of course

’ll c u there

Bye good luck.

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Lucas, Teo | Voice 1 (spoken alone)
(B) Spoken together
(P) Parvana
(MJ) Mama Jan

(MJ) Go to the market Parvana
(P) Yes mama jan
(MJ) Go get some raisins, tortillas and rice.

(MJ) We are almost out of food.
(P) Zaki and Noria are getting worse and worse by the day
(MJ) I know Parvana
(P) Let me go to the market i’ll be safe

(MJ) Ok Parvana
(MJ) Go go
(P) Wait one more thing
(MJ) What is it Parvana
(P) Will you come with me to see Baba
(MJ) I can’t Parvana, you know what happened last time.
(P) Sorry Mama Jan, but I miss him so much
(MJ)I know you miss Baba, but right now we need to focus on surviving
(B) We all do

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Two voice Poem                             by Tanit N-R

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Two voice Poem                             by Tanit N-R

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"Two different lives"

Obayda

Tanit

I lived in Kabul and now in the middle of nowhere

I live in New York Manhattan

I am 12

I had only sisters until now

I have a brother and only that

We have our lives ahead of us

It is unclear what our future holds

I have little food a mattress and a mud house

I have food a bed and shelter

I was stressed because I had to provide for my family

I can just relax while my mom and dad provide for me

While I have so little I appreciate

every little thing I have and ask for no more

I have so much but I overlook most of it

I have an education

That I realize is important

That I take for granted

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Parvana

Obayde

Both

I knew it was right

I was unsure at first

To find my father

To get him out

To save him… The man

...Without a leg

I cannot says

On that fateful day

As a little brother in a familie...

…To help them out...

With bread

And water

And one wonderful friend

A person like us

Who will help to the end

The day we get out

I will find on the road

I will find somewhere far

A way to eat from a normal size spoon

Though I get much more food

I will see the day I am not a buffoon

Because people think I didn’t learn

How to read, write and spell

Count and earn

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"Parvana and Obayda"
Obayda
Parvana
Both

I am Parvana
I am Obayda
I live in a big city
I live in a small town
Afghanistan is my home
The Taliban are in charge of our government
The Taliban has fallen
There is injustice
I am poor
I am a breadwinner
My father is in prison
My father is depressed
I miss my father
There is injustice

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Two Voice Poem                 by Andrew Y.

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Two Voice Poem                 by Andrew Y.

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"Two Sides of a Coin"
Obayada

Parvanna
Spoken Together

It was not I that wanted to be a boy

I must be a boy for my family

But we try to control our fate

I do not want to change back to a girl

I will change my form to satisfy my family’s needs

We are small, but we have power

I will free my father from the shackles he put on himself

I will free my father from the prison he wasn’t meant to go to

Rahim taught me how to be a boy

I will never forget what Deliwar did for me

Yet we part ways in the end

Parting with a sorrow filled memento

I will keep Rahima’s hat with me forever

I will meet Deliwar at a beach in 20 years

I am one half from the East

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by: Sophie W
I am brave, I am fierce, I am determined
Child, why are you here?
I am brave, I am fierce, I am determined
Child, can you hear?
I am brave, I am fierce, I am determined
Child, are your parents near?
What!?
I come to save my friend.
Well, I am afraid your mission has come to an end.
Rahim is a boy in his heart!
I said you must depart!
Rahim deserves better than you.
Rahima, is getting married which is what she was born do to.
Rahim has so much potential!
Rahima can't do anything substantial!
Bring him back, let him live his life.
Rahima is better off as a wife.
All I want is what's best for him/her

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Shabana and Obayda Two voice poem by Tom

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Shabana and Obayda Two voice poem by Tom

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Shabana  (Spoken by Tom)
I am Shabana
I want to go to school
I want rights
I want to be the future
All I want is an education
All I want is safety, I don’t want to worry about explosions near my school
We want no fighting
Peace that will always last
Together (Spoken together)
We are afghani girls
We are determined
We want to be able to walk alone
We are the future
All we want is peace
We just want no fighting that’s not much
All we want is peace
Obayda ( Spoken by Herkus)
I am Obayda
I want to stay a boy
I want to be whoever I want
My country depends on me and other girls
All I want is to be myself
Yes Peace is the true way
Peace that will be eternal

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Obayda and Parvana's two voice poem                                by Herkus

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Obayda and Parvana's two voice poem                                by Herkus

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Key
(B) = Both
(O) = Obayda
(P) = Parvana

(O)My name is Obayda

(P)My name is Parvana

(B)I was a bacha-posh once

(B)I did it for my father

(B)My father lost his leg

(O)I have three sisters and no brother

(P)I have one sister and one brother

(B)My mother is worried

(O)My father is to weak to move around

(P)My father was sent to prison

(B)I am a bacha-posh to provide for my family

(B)I went far, far from home

(B)I did it for my Baba

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by Noah
Parvana and Neela

I admire my sister because she became a boy for us |
My sister  risked her life for my me
|  My sister is  incredible |
| She saved  our family  |
But I am jealous of her  |
| Me too. I wish I was free l
| I am closed in my house  |
| Caged |
Sad |
| Used
| There is still hope |
| My sister’s courage gives me hope |
| One day we will be free Like her

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"Khala Aziza and Obayda"

Voice 1: I am Khala Aziza

Voice 2: I am Obayda

Both: Afghanistan is my home

Both: There is injustice

Voice 1: You need men to survive

Voice 2: Padar-jan was enough

Both: She/I became a bacha posh

Voice 1: I was for Obayda being a bacha posh

Voice 2: And I was against it

Voice 1: They needed boy energy in their house

Voice 2: There’s no such thing

Both: I have an opinion!

Voice 1: It was my idea, I convinced Madar-jan to change her

Voice 2: I had no say

Both: I have an opinion!

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The Day they Collide
Voice one
Parvana's father
Spoken together
Voice two
Papa John

We lost our leg

I rely on my daughter because of my leg

I can’t face my daughter with a leg like this

My daughter is my hope

They shouldn’t have been the ones working

I was confined in jail for teaching my daughter

I was confined in my room because of my leg

I am controlled in a world with no voice.

I feel bad for my daughter

I am ashamed because of my disability

My daughter is my future

My family came for me

My family put me back on my feet

I am grateful for my daughter

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By:Teo.M
Fatana and Nooria
Fatana

Nooria

Both

Is this a good idea?

I don’t know but we are desperate mother

We don’t have anymore food

That is why we need Parvana

How is Zachy

Zachy is getting worse by the hour

This is our only chance

Where is parvana its past the hour

Give her time she’s learning

I can’t you guys are all I have left

You need to give her time

Your right we need to believe

That’s right

We need to believe

We will survive

I believe in Parvana

good

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       Two Voice Poem                                            Obayda and Obayd                                                          By Joseph

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       Two Voice Poem                                            Obayda and Obayd                                                          By Joseph

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Voice 1: Obayda

Voice 2: Obayd

Both

I am Obayda.

I am Obayd.

I am a girl.

I am a boy.

We have secrets.

Every day I go to school and buy some food.

Every day I stay home and do the chores.

We are total opposites.

As a girl, I play peacefully.

As a boy I play roughly.

As a girl, I think about passion.

As a boy, I think about the future.

Playing is part of my childhood.

I have lots of friends

I have some friends

I am a helper

I am myself

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"Opposite Ends"
Rahima's Dad
Both Say
Obayda's Dad

Rahima..

Obayda..

Is my daughter.

Women are worthless and are lesser to men,

Women and men alike are worthy of the same things,

Women should hide and cover themselves

Women are worthy members of society

My daughters think…

That I am a raging drunk unable to provide

That I am a one-legged man able to stand

Which is why…

I have to beat them and keep them in line

I hope to one day rise up to the challenge

But…

Luckily for them

Unfortunately for them

Not today, I have other stuff to do.

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“Opposites Attract”

Batman
Both Say
Joker

I am Batman. I am the Joker.

I am a hero. I am a villain.

I have secrets.

Every day I fight crime caused by the Joker.
Every day I perpetrate crimes which are solved Batman.

We are total opposites.

I am humble.  I crave attention.

People admire me for my work. People fear me for my work.

I have a loyal sidekick. I wish I had a sidekick.

Without the Joker . . . Without Batman . . .

I AM NOTHING!