Dear Diary Poem by Violetta Sunshine
Dear Diary
My mind is only written down,
Not uttered to a living soul,
Silence is better than submission,
But it is not the same thing,
That is where they are mistaken,
He hates to see me write or speak,
Women should be seen and not heard,
A beautiful object to satisfy his eyes,
I feel empty like a balloon,
But I will someday float away,
And show the world what I am,
Not a vessel of air.
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