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Viribus

A pristine kitchen, a well kept house

She weeps in a corner quiet as mouse

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An imported rouge, hides a bruise

A skin beautified by a lightening course

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Her skills at darning, a thing to behold

She must look smart, but not be bold

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Lined with kohl, the doey eyes

Make her starve for the perfect size

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She will be mistress of the hearth 

Her status will rise, with every son’s birth

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And SHE who made her in her image

Cried as virtues became her cage

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So SHE lit her fires and made her anew

Skewed, flawed with a strong sinew

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Dark was her skin, with tangled hair

Her eyes breathed fire, all beware

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SHE gave her teeth, to rip off their flesh

Protect her young and cut off her leash

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SHE kissed her forehead, gifted her ire

Ambition stoked her inner fire

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A sword in one hand

In another SHE put a scribe

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And placed love in her heart

For self and her tribe

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Content with her sculpture

God finally smiled

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And said Go my child

Be brave, be wild.

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Written by Pallavi

The magic in my soul

Has found a new voice

The words I write on paper

Drown out the futile noise

 

 

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