ElizaA Poem by janzsuico“No women deserves to be disrespected; to be beaten up; to be called b*****s or s***s. Assaulted or insulted. Even if she's a hooker.” ― Imam "Emy" Shah-----
The morning starts with her evening prayers
Lurid day fills her heart with famish hopes Black, red, gray spots in every layer She hides in the shadow, descend and stoop The unbrush hair stick on wide shoulders A dull uninteresting looks behold Her face turns pale and round eyes grow bigger An expression of a wife's stoic road Patsy! in a manifold prison Isolate her soul with blind obedience Her wounds darn through the years of oblivion The mind decides to wear out the patience So his days are through and she weeps in grief A month of tears for years of joyous gift!
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