Clipped wings
I've been screaming for so long
My aching throat feels raw,
And my wrists bruised black and blue
From your cruel hold;
Your shackles on me
have rendered my legs powerless,
My tongue, heavy from words I can't say
My lips sting, you've taped them shut so tight;
I've been crying out for so long
My eyes have run out of tears to shed;
Still my words don't reach you
And my voice has become
nothing more than white noise,
Yet you can't seem to hear me
No words of mine can eradicate
The poison in your mind
But I'll keep breathing life
Into my words, hoping
You might grow some ears one day.
Fayeeza Zareen is a young girl of sixteen, a conscious learner, and a conscientious writer in the making.
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