07/09/2016
For years I allowed you
To dictate the course of my life.
My lips sewn together,
My eyes shut tight,
I never dared to ask why.
Why you loathed me so;
Why you stripped me of my humanity
And belittled my rights.
Was I ever human to you?
Was I ever more than a pawn
In your manipulative schemes?
Was I ever just a girl,
And not a slave to your regime?
But much has changed since then.
I no longer have such queries.
For there is no sense
In questioning the unanswerable,
And there is no use
Dwelling over the past.
I am no longer afraid to live.
I am no longer afraid to stand by myself.
For I would much rather walk alone
Than be bound to you,
Forever questioning my worth.
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Puisi❝IF I CANNOT WRITE OF MY WOES AND I CANNOT WRITE TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEN WHAT, DARE I ASK, IS THE POINT OF WRITING AT ALL?❞ A collection of thoughts, ramblings, and poems detailing the composite materials of a war-torn mind. Not recommended for thos...
