She

She short poem

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She was killed even before she was born,

She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long,

She ached for months as long as nine,

There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine,

At an age so tender she feared the touch of a close one,

As she passed down the road, they shouted at her in the name of fun,

In times of despair she held the hand of a friend,

Misery was hers, nobody could understand,

She searched for love even in places where it cannot be found,

There she saw a ray of hope ,

Breaking the handcuffs of traditions she had to elope,

Their ego so shattered they hunted down her love

Now they want her to cry tears of black.

Now they want her to clad all in white

But now it’s time to say its too much

It’s time to break those shackles of traditions

It’s time to break the hand that is raised

It’s time to teach those eyes of Hawk

It’s time to bury those fears in grave

It’s time to be strong, It’s time to be brave…..

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