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Every moment a girl is raped
From the time of her birth till her death
Every lurking eyes those passes by
Making her feel naked ripped & sliced.
X-rayed & quick or slow scanned
Even under her clothes.
This bounds her to run from the public,
With pinned shots of tearing bombshells leaving unseen rash.
For every time she gets out in the crowd,
She feels herself naked which makes her bout.
She is the feast for luring eyes of craving wolves
Who rapes her every day in her full conscience?
Is this not the feeling of every girl?
That she is being scrutinized & thought a material of bed by eyes of Fur.
The emotional bond a mother shares with her child is indescribable in words. This poem is a portray
00It's all about getting back where you belong instead of all wounds and sorrows. Family.....
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Published on August 25, 2015
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