May the sweet thorn
Cut the unborn
Who may furl
but wait, it's a girl.
Who oh this takes place
When they are the ones to make the base?
Of the sadistic mind,
Oh yeah, that's still a kind.
Opportunists, cunning
The others are believing
No, I say 'cause am one of them
Kind, considerate and an over all gem.
In the mirror, the girl looks
How she wished she could read books
Confidence, no she has not
Hidden intelligence which can't be bought!
Oppressed for centuries we have been
Feelings forgotten, thanks to the Mean
Soaring the clouds now flying high
To all the against-men; bye bye!
Priya
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PoesieBest Rating: #39 in poetry Experience a thrill never seen before, felt before. Enter into the worlds created by me over the centuries... A few fandoms inserted here and there won't mind gee. A collection of poems by mee. (no it wasn't meant to rhyme...
