Unbroken

You can use your hands to hit me

You can use your hands to violate me

But you can never use your hands to break my spirit

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Bitterness

The warmth of your words

Cannot melt my heart

As all I can see

Is the coldness in your eyes

Dolls vs. Guns

So mother dear

You want to raise me as a boy

And not let me play with the dolls

Would you rather not have me play with dolls

Than with real guns

The morning kiss

I toss and turn in the bed all night

Unaware…that I have been missing you the whole time

Now that I am awake

But unwilling to open my eyes

Waiting for the morning kiss from you

Only to realise

That there is no more of you

Still

I am unwilling to open my eyes

Waiting for the morning kiss

If not from you

Then from someone new

 

 

History

While I toss and turn

The pages of my history book

Reading about the glories of the war and the great warriors

I wonder

Why mother always asks us to maintain peaceĀ 

I fail to understand

How would I make history by being peaceful

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