Don't smile, don't laugh
Don't move, you are an outcast
A woman who lives her life
Alone, should just have no rights
For that is our culture
That is what it guides
Now you can never be
Pure enough
It's all your doing
That you live in rough
You deserved those
Brutal beatings
and abuse et al.
Accept it as your destiny
Or else, we will push you
To your fall.
Trampled many times over
I have my treasures of callouses
I wear my scars with utmost pride
Life had more thorns than roses.
So Hark!
Don't bark
Those rules
Are dark
And I am myself
A bright little star
I still will smile
I still will laugh
With all my heart
Will push this cart
For I am not battered
But a better woman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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