Keep your hate upto you,
For even God can't tell me how to look,
How I sit, how I talk is upto me,
All you should be worried are your own things.
I am no creation divine but I suffer more pain,
Who else do you know who can bleed seven days straight?
Why is it thai I always get less and you more,
Be it money, respect or love?
Is it because you are a man and I a girl,
But mind it that I'm no less than 10 sons.
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The War Up There
PoetryEverything I feel but was never brave enough to actually say out loud. Hope you can relate I'll update daily!!
