What is the world but against a women’s freedom,
Is this all a game settled before it began,
Have all the tricks been ready to play,
The cameras ready to catch us as we ran away,
Run from who, was he not just a boy?,
But all the same, he made the choices of a man,
Was I not just a girl, no more than a child,
Taught the ugly truth of humanity,
Surviving a barely viable way,
Yet no one else stood near to cradle my hand,
A systematic readiness to point away from the liable,
Am I so unlike a human too.
Will I tell these sweet stories to another one day,
Fill a head with lies so far and wrong,
Will I lie for a son, lying down to pray,
Watch as a young girls light begins wane,
Will I protect for a man, whilst my own I leave behind,
I only begin to hope escape wont be too late.
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