Daughter

Daughter short poem

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She was a girl who loved colors and art

The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart

Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought

As razor blades and cutters she bought

She started drawing and the canvas were her wrists

Not knowing how she felt or if the pain still exists

She was a prisoner of her own mind

Scared of not being loved by human kind

A daughter and a friend is all she could be

Until the pain goes away and sets her free

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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj
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“She was a prisoner of her own mind
Scared of not being loved by human kind”
Beautiful flight of thought….Carry on dear Rye Ghoneim . You will be a good poetess one day.

Niharika Ganji
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really amazing work!!!

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