Her Hope

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Don't teach her to handle her sexuality,
Better preach men 'care for humanity'
Spare her this handed individuality,
She choked upon your ugly truths, 
She tried devouring your decent lies.
I wish she could scream, utter or cry
Shut deep in her mind ,chained, it hides,
Here in my mine, now feral it lies.
My friend and my enemies , they're all shy 
So, on my shoulders is where the weight lies
No more funny stories to desensitize
No more fearing of those pugs,
Those ugly and controlling thugs.
No more killing of your thoughts,
No more surrendering in unfought wars.
Stop fearing intimidation , being naive.
You'd be joined by everyone who's wise.
Stop looking for another..
Stop blaming one another, 

Be the one who helps people not demons survive.

As when I speak up even being deprived,
I'm in these four walls breaking the news
He's on his run and seeking your refuge.
Notice people might but truth never hides,
Wait up and keep going up-down with the stare.
God it hurts to see what my sisters endure,
You have no idea how my lungs get locked up. 
And my chest cries with the pain it shares,
Oh! It's all still there ,
How I hate my body because of your gaze,
How you advise me to cover and behave,

"Should have doubled the covers, if you hate the stares"

What more to cover is all she cared,
Still smiles are bare , eyes are bare, 
Her joys and visions all are there,
Don't teach me to un-teach me for all I know 
She'll still be the girl who'll say "i never harmed you"
He'd be the man who'd say "I didn't meant to."
No dungeon but a safe home, he'll be sent to
No sorrys but worries is all she'll be left to.

In the end you are the generation that lost,
Ending it here , I am somebody's hope.

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