You were the one, haunting my dream
I couldn’t just wake up and scream;
Identity of yours might take you away
But you would invade my mind anyway,
For them a decision must not be rushed
After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.
Conscience and consent, may not find a voice
Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.
Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,
Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?
This is so beautiful
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Very nice😊👍
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