RISE FROM RUINS

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 22, 2019

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I still feel you- your body over mine

Your rough hands holding me tight

Ripping off my soul time to time

I cried- I yelled

But the voice vanished in the walls somehow

 

My soul gets ripped off, my hope gets lost

And instead of support I hear million talks

Some call me whore, some call me slut

Others blame me for the clothes I had worn

Is it wrong to hang out for too long?

Dear society- please stop!

 

You may shoot me with your words

You may cut me with your thoughts

But I'm gonna rise

Just like the birds I'm gonna fly

Just like the sun I'm gonna shine

Leaving all those terror and fear

I will rise

 


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