What's wrong with her?
They ask one another
Her whole life they deter
And probably another
She feels their eyes burning
As she walks by they stare
She feels their heads turning
As she walks by they glare
They look at her with disgust
They judge her from top till under
She feels like a pile of dust
She is I and I is she
Makes me wonder
What's wrong with me?
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Poetry of the silenced
PoetryPoetry of the silence is a poetrybook about those not heard. Do you feel like them? P.S: English is not my first language so sorry if there are any errors in de book!
