had a bad night at my cottage,
shattered after the dream I was caught in,
past was screenplayed,
standing alone in lane,
crying in pain,
being desparate to reason out why,
why us? the slaves for the worsts.
I was the most desolate girl,
never got a bench to sit among,
thrives hard to quench thirst ,
those food in bins that smell bad,
never can I bear.
yeah, I was papuer by birth .
we disguise our identity,
to own a house far away from reality,
we are beaten up for rising voice,
bow was the only thing
we got to do everywhere,
treated us less than dog ,
we were given lots of nothing,
were prohibited in holy places,
"god never throwed us away"😕
the human spirits,
never understands that way!
shame, punishments, avoidance, discourage,
prohibition and depression
all those negativeness fit in,
for we are the untouchables
our unfortunate sin .
©abiab
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