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By Atika Baji

Every tear you cry, Oh dear child

Will be a flowing stream in heaven so high

Every wail that rips your small, weak chest

Will be a smile on your lips full of jest

Every cut on your tiny, little frame

Will glisten with pride on the final day

Oh dear child, stay fighting and strong

In the fields of heaven is where you belong

Atika is a first year English and creative writing student. She writes short stories and poems and posts them on her poetry Instagram account here.

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aAh! Magazine is Manchester Metropolitan University's arts and culture magazine.

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  1. Farha Patel 8th October 2015 at 3:33 pm -  Reply

    LOVE the poem Atika! ☺

  2. khadija 8th October 2015 at 4:55 pm -  Reply

    loved this, thank you for sharing! 😀

  3. Sania 9th October 2015 at 6:51 pm -  Reply

    Powerful and empowring, loved it!!

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