Her name was freedom.


Her name was freedom, she was beatific.
But she lost her name when she was called with the depraved name of liability.
Her name was freedom, she was deific.
But she lost her name when her existence was compared to the mere donations of society's tawdry mentality.

Her name was freedom, she was pure.
But she lost her name when her character was restrained by the length of her skirt being above the knee.
Her name was freedom, she was saintly.
But she lost her name when her body was torn apart by the bunch of thirsty holligans in the middle of the street.

Her name was freedom, she was idolized.
But she lost her name when her endeavors were confined by the cages of the unhealthy marriage customs.
Her name was freedom, she was seraphic.
But she lost her name when her story was being controlled by the unpure voices of the dumb sororities.

Her name was freedom.
She is liability, She's non-existent, She's character-less, She's non-virgin.
She has sacrificed her dreams & lost her own story in the hands of some unknown.

But her name was freedom, she's as flawless as moth.
But her name was freedom, and she's as divine as God.

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