Sunshine has gone dim in Our eyes Like an echo desperately escaping it's source Rivulets trickling down from those eyes Because... The fear that succeeded to replace gravity Rooting Us down effortlessly Subconsciously became Our only conscience A dominate emotion
And when it withers away... Dread backs it up Not even the darkest of nights Can ever replicate the severity of our pain Our suffering Or just... Us having a pulse
To All My Women Our worth has weakened In Their eyes Like We are a currency of the poorest We are targets We are victims They hungrily feast on their greed Only getting pure satisfaction From scavenging us until We are bare emotionally Until We are left with the remains of trauma
To All My Women We are in an arena Where cruelty lurks freely Our Trust extinct because even Our close ones Or the ones that barely knew of Our identity
Will not hesitate To hunt for the victory to... Overpower Us Ruin Us And to make us feel Less Of A Woman
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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