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women they sow, women we grew
fight my lady fight this end is the beginning, beginning of us.
i was seven when my mother broke down after another fight with dad,i tired to figure it all out,her tears.
why she didn't just leave this one man just here.
i didn't like watching her cook food for him next day and serve him like nothing had happened to begin with.
she always apologised for things she never even did to begin with.
she use to tell me to never be her. i am nineteen today she still wears that broken smile,hates when i comfort her and sings about her past.
never changed still apologizes for mistakes he made.
she is women who sow me and i am growing,growing so brave and strong.
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there is more i want to write i want to tell but this is so hard for me to talk about something that behind in these 4 walls of my life.
YOU ARE READING
sun moon and raising √
Poëziedivine grace formula (poetry inspired by life and dreams)
