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Glorified as a Idol

Glorified as a Idol

Glorified as a idol, believed to be a whore..
Worshiped as a goddess, yet treated as in a shell on the shore..
She was inclined to inscribe her own Congruity..
With ink and paper as the core..
Yet that was substituted with the rolling pin she eventually had to roll ..
Her dreams were confined, and her voice was screeched..
Locked in a conservative society she wanted to breathe..
Called by words that echoed through her vain…
Formed a hurricane of chaos , yet she acted as it was naive…
Whenever she looked in the mirror with guilt…
She saw a dead body with a spontaneous world to cope up with…
Walking through the night with her tired soul…
Not from her work but from the answers she had to give to control the eye rolls…
The tendency to prove herself could never wash away…
As thats how the society works for the women to overlay…
Suddenly a thought came that made her smile…
Because at the end of the day she needed no gentlemen to survive… Working all day was never a ride,
Cause she was a working women by all rights…
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