She wore the hate, the prejudice from all directions. She wore the questioning of her sexuality, which her family disapproved. She wore the shame, her virginity stolen from her, then corrupted.
Finally, she wore a long, white cloth around her neck- hanging from the ceiling.
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoetryWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
