Hearts scarred, yet they sit silent, these girls
Hiding pain in veils, they sit quiet, these girls
Bearing cruelty, they smile through day and night
Clad in sorrow's shroud, they sit steadfast, these girls
Mute to a husband's tyranny, they choose stillness
Dreams suppressed deep within, they sit bound, these girls
Under the weight of family honor, they wither
Lives unlived, silently traded, they sit cursed, these girls
A mother's love, too blind to their hidden wounds
Every step concealing pain, they sit cloaked, these girls
Fate etched in lines of denied rights and freedom
In harsh sunlight, weaving shade, they sit weary, these girls
Gentle hands bound by chains of submission
Feeding on their share of sorrow, they sit worn, these girls
Where to turn, whom to tell of their despair?
Every hurt embraced within, they sit lost, these girls
Let no Shakira live such a story again
Raising voices for justice, they sit brave, these girls
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