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I was stripping alone in my room, Yet they called me a slut.
I hung dream catchers on my wall, But they only saw ropes and called me suicidal.
I woke up at dusk, They slept at dawn.
I praised the sun, They worshipped the moon.
I wrote about stars, They called me fictitious.
I drew the ocean, They called me a plagiarist.
When I fell in love, They questioned my fidelity.
When I fell out of love, They answered my pain.
When I traced for happiness, They called me selfish.
When I retraced back the tears, They called me ungrateful.
I knew all they did was say, Yet that bothered me.
I knew they were catastrophic, Yet they mattered.
~Azmii•
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(A/N): I would dedicate this piece to my seven superheroes who became my inspiration for this work.
This is basically a poem about how women suffer in society but I derived the idea from BTS's struggles. How Everyone judged them, hated them, kept saying shit and making stories about them without knowing anything. Yet my boys were always strong to come out of it. So proud of them. They deserve all the fame they have right now.
