UNVOICED


I know one day her scars will bleed,
Her insecurities will float like a fleet.
Standing on the edge of being insomniac,
She will find herself in clumsy deep sleep.
Her nefarious thoughts will make her weak,
The sonorous sound in her mind will dwell her to speak.
To speak against the oblivion of the society,
She doesn't wants to be questioned anymore
on being covered or being in a nighty.
She wants freedom, freedom for her choice,
Let her scream if you all are unvoiced.

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