Torturous beings

I was born a woman

 

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Shun me for my feminity

Is a curse

I lay on my generation

 

 

Of dying nights and rising mornings

Of the death of my being

For my whole is burnt down to a hole

 

 

Shun me for I decline

To be a woman

A toy left for the taking

 

Shun me for the life of me I cannot bear to be a woman

Not in the today’s world.

My cry as a slave of the society

Shun me for but a woman is enough struggle to bear

 

 

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