These fandoms of hatred that are being spread,
Are like swords dug into my skin,
Pulled out only to leave wounds behind.
I wonder, should I fight these fandoms of hatred,
Or should I remain quiet?
I could never accept these walls of hatred,
Built in the name of religion and culture.
But what should I do?
Life has not given me the escape from this toxicity—
To live in a society that empowers humanity and acceptance.
Oh, why is it so hard to endure?
Is it because my loved ones are among those
Who water the roots of hatred?
Why is it hard to fight?
In this patriarchal society, women like me
Are always criticized for having a voice,
For having their own opinions.
Oh, whom to say these words to?
Where to run to?
This society has become the ultimatum of my demise.
Oh, it's so hard to endure,
To remain neutral when I know
The society is watering the roots of hatred from all sides.
What to choose when I know there's nothing to gain?
The egoistic standards set by generations past
Have become the rules of the present.
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