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"Woman"

  • imaessien8308
  • Jun 25, 2022
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 11, 2022



The crown she wore,

Stood so tall as it glistened on her head,

Everyone gave her a high score.


Her smile burned bright to the core,

She was articulate in her head but that was unsaid,

The crown she wore.


They saw her as a weak chore,

She looked like thread as she lay there unfed,

Everyone gave her a high score.


What made them ignore,

The pain in the tears she shed?

The crown she wore.


She was looked at like the floor,

With her legs spread they thought her mind was dead,

Everyone gave her a high score.



Men use her to her core,

Society had her misread,

The crown she wore,

Everyone gave her a high score.




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