The world seem a little dark
The sun seem less brighter
The wind seem a little harsh
The moon seem much dull
The surrounding seem a little crowded
The suffocation
The uneasiness
The discomposure
As if some dark force is lurking around
As if someone is gripping your throat
Wish I could shout out loud
Scream at the top of my voice
To let my voice be heard
But alas! I am but a voiceless woman
In the world filled with prejudice
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