Don’t tell me I’m overreacting  

I struggle to understand,

how I’ve blossomed from someone quiet,

shy, don’t do that 

Don’t talk to boys, don’t stay out,

It’s 12 a.m. I’m waiting for the train 

Relationships broke apart, 

no more mama 

“You’re no longer my daughter”


Killed by diseases 

Called patriarchy 

And power 

I struggle to understand, 

How me 




How we are strangled by arms 

By state,society,men

Other women 

How have women kept running 

I struggle, so much 

It’s 12:30 a.m. the train hasn’t come yet

4 missed calls: baba 

I wonder 


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