The tears makes her more weak
For the reason that is unknown
Violence cramping her hands
Anger filled her heart
But above all the chagrin she felt
Craving and hungry for the explanation
Wanting not waiting for the mouth to spell
The brain tries to figure out
Her body provokes to calm down
Wickedness makes her breakdown
Rascality, mischievous, selfish wants
She does not know how to call it
That unworthy deeds, she hate the most
What poison did Satan inflict to the young woman?
Small or big, it has been told,
No matter the amount,
it will be no good at all.
It will always be the same, in God.
Slap the young girl
Put violence in discipline
And regret will bury in her heart.
What will the maiden become,
if you put brutality and evilness?
Teaching good does not mean savagery
Real discipline comes from heart
Not from bare hands
If you want to make it right, do it right!
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A Day of Life
PoetryThis is a collection of short poems about struggles, life lessons and experiences.
