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Poetry

The anger under my tongue

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I was brought up to live through agony

To fly with my bleeding wings

As I survive

My freedoms, stolen from me

Since I was announced a girl

My tongue, slashed

My Being, made invisible

As I survive

 

I might have fallen into hell

While searching for hope

Yet I will find my way back

I will sing liberation with my eyes

I will speak feminism with my guts

I will break the chains suffocating my voice

I will do it all

On my way back to life

 

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