I've always been a little girl
Listening to the fairy tales,
Waiting for my prince to rescue me
Making me his beloved princess.
But I suddenly got caught in the wrong hands of yours.
You scribbled your awful thoughts on me,
Made me a crumpled paper.
I struggled to get away from
The horrible hands of yours.
Yet you plucked the pretty little flower.
You are conscious and aware that
You broke me into unfixable pieces,
Yet you wanted more.
Further broke me into little itty bitty pieces.
Is this what the world's known well for?
Harrassment?
If I've known this dreadful future of women,
I would've asked my fairy godmother,
To always be a joyful little kid.
All the inhumane things are done by you.
Yet you are the one still gonna live with dignity.
You are proud of moulding this innocent girl's happy life into a miserable one.
Eventually you've made me a broken masterpiece.
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BROKEN MASTERPIECE
PoetrySomewhere in any corner of the world, women are being sexually harassed. Currently the crisis in sudan is what we need to be aware of. Innocent peole are being murdered, tortured and raped. Spread awareness. Donate for them and include them in your...
