Eyes of mist

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I don't know why often in night,
I stumble upon the back of my mind,
Where many thoughts are kept but.... forgotten by the time.
The mummering and purring of my dreams,
Are often immersed in the crowded street
Where everyone has an opinion on my being,
Where everyone expects me to behave like am not fifteen.
Cause they know the best for me,
The society always did ...
She knows when I am supposed to go out,
Or when I should crawl and follow my vows.
My vows to cover myself from head to toe,
To leave before I am all alone,
To never question a man why or how
Because she has gone through it,
Seen her sister die in every month, minute or hour.
She has seen the power of beings,
Raped a vagina, a penis
Everything that they see pleasures to their dreams...
The society, she is now scared
To watch the mothers weep,
To hear the screams of her kids,
To try to fight, but slowly crumbling from within
She cries and cries,
For the battle lost,
For the funeral calls.
Her moist eyes always speak,
Her children are not safe
Do something.
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A.S

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A.S

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