Hiding herself by a cloth
Which held so much significance
Yet she felt naked under
Great scrutinizing eyes and glances
What she does, how she moves
Is she perfect or is she not?
Just give her a chance to breathe
Through that suffocating cloth
Why do they judge her?
Why can't she just be herself?
They're not living her life,
Yet they're the ones bereft...
-Who gives you the right to judge her?
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Entwined Destiny | ✔
Poetry"I don't believe in destiny, I just believe in writing it." This is my third poembook. It is just verses of line trying to escape destiny, just doing what everyone is doing. Writing my own fate. P.S. All poems are written and owned by me. Do not ste...
