All through my life, I've been told that I ought to be strong
"Do not cry, be strong, my darling"
You're made for more than this
Emotions can't knock you down
Let them not break you down
Love is for the weak; it is mere attraction
Books and knowledge; let them be your greatest satisfaction
But dear you who calls me 'darling',
Now, that I no more cry
Now, that to them, I do not comply
Why is it that I'm called cold hearted and inhuman?
Wasn't it you who turned me into this strong, independent woman?
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The Nocturnal Journal
PoetryThe words that help me release the thoughts that keep me from sleeping at night.
