Diya Bhudia

I defy these stereotypes,
Makeup with a run of colors,
Dresses with beautiful presses,
Heeled shoes? Don't care ‘bout the bruise,
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Those beautiful eyes that cry the most tears,
Resembling the terrific beauty of the oceans,
Swirly waters, running on the smooth skin,
Eyes looking like pearls shut in the shell,
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The woods filled with life,
flourishing trees and plants,
Animals living in harmony,
songs of the birds filling in,
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Take me away from the hell that has stepped in on earth,
Take me away for I am wounded deep and need rest,
My torn clothes and skin printed with blood has taken too much struggle;
Take me away so I can change myself to be my best,
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The songs of the birds awaken me,
The fresh breeze of the ocean free me,
The scenery of the three beauties enchant me,
The touch of fresh water on my tongue revive me,
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Tears I held for ages
stream down my eyes.
Heavy heart, I held,
freed up as I move ahead.
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She was a soul,
filled with beauty, kindness and chivalry.
she was a soul,
who's heart held the pain for all.
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A feeling of doom settles deep in my stomach,
I feel like I'm collapsing,
I feel like I'm dizzy,
I feel like I'm going to cry.
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We are society,
we will shout at you when you speak up,
we will surround you if you dare to escape,
we will strangle you if you stain our name.
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The stars are covered by heavy clouds
A breath whispers by my ear
'Hush my child mommy's here for you'
A thunder strikes and the clouds cry out of pain.
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Grey sky's
Venom green oceans,
Dry and brittle trees,
Pain vividly visible,
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Just a breath behind,
A thought that triggers,
Suddenly, without a warning,
Never lived life to the fullest,
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