She stares at you emptily,
Like a shell of the girl she used to be.
She used to move so elegantly,
In a way that said: "Notice me."
"What changed?" You ask.
But telling you that wouldn't be a simple task.
It requires a lot of effort and tears.
But does it matter, after a few years?
The world we live in is cruel,
And trusting everyone would make you a fool.
Will you be willing to destroy the life of a goddess?
Notice your actions' effects and please say less.
~The most oppressed group in human society is women.
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Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
