Feminine Rage

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Silence with a story
Everything left gory
Boiling rage reaches our eyes
Tears fall under disguise
Silence being a warning
Women in Mourning
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As others tear down our joy
Like we're some sort of toy
Not sure how to feel
Not even allowed to heal
Held in one breath
We yell for our death
The anthem for our freedom
The female venom

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