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Daughters Of Senegal, What It Marauds You, Pains The Poor Self Of Yours?

Daughters of Senengal, what it ails you,
I too become sad
In your sadness,
As none strove to know
The innocent heart of yours,
As none took to feel the pains
Of your heart,
The troubles and tribulations
Of the gender bias,
Misinterpreted and misunderstood?

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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