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Bow Down…

Bow down in obeisance- shoulders drooping, spirits dissipating,

brows tense,

Sense of self meanders like someone searching his way out of a maze,

Pushed against a fence.

Zig Zag, Zig Zag….

Society’s grisly gaze pierces through her making her gag.

Smile– never sardonic but a generous grin,

Be a ‘good girl’.

Lashing out undeterred is a blasphemy- a sin.

Surrender- you must, your happiness comes last,

A woman is defined by her sacrifices,

Not her sincere intentions or how she has been steadfast.

Pretend- at every step of the way,

It is not terribly taxing to out up a face,

A dainty doll, you must obey.

Reminisce– more than you like to admit,

Of times gone by,

The old tape’s black curls turn and rewind, and you sigh.

There standing in a green garbed land is a little girl,

Untarnished, unscathed and unburdened

by the world’s sinister snarl.

Rewind– travel back to the summery sojourn,

When you could be yourself,

And when your journey had just begun.

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