#A_HOPE_IN_REDRed they paint her in,
Red on her lips, draped in red,
Red painted soles, red on her cheeks
All smiling set to be wedHe comes on a white horse,
A red shawl on his sherwani white
And paints her with red vermilion
Calling her his to be... Perfect, right?Nobody notices the red eyes
That hide behind the dark kohl line
Just like they'll pretend the red welts
On her hands are just fineRed she must stain her wedding bed,
Behind red she hides for the rest of her life
Drowned in her own blood, abused and beaten
She keeps quiet to be a good wifeRed flowers she puts on her tray,
Red flowers she wears everyday
Once painted with the vilest red doesn't mean,
Her freedom needs to be snatched away.Red is the flag of her liberation
Red is the medal of her glory as said
Red edges the flame of rebellion in her
All she sees is a hope in red.#stop_woman_abuse
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MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...