(Poetry)
ou born with v
Not v for victory but v for fertility
You have no rights to be dirty
You were looked upon as Pity
You can’t talk
You can’t fart
You can’t laugh
Because it’s loud and hard
Your voice though right creeps into lie
For eyes to eyes
How dare you compare with those born with D
No not Demons but D for privilege
Spellings don’t matter when it comes to privilege
They can shout
They can scream
They owe the land
So they owe you
You can’t express your pain
Because you are born with peels
My little girl
The heart of this world runs by you
Smile behind those sulking eyes
They hide the weight of sky
Don’t doubt
Don’t shout
But
But
Don’t you forget to paint the sky
With your coloured soul
You know right.
It’s beautified by you
Only you
So
Scream just scream
And paint the world with your dreams
Your dreams!
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