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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She bares a striking resemblance to early morning mist Pure and innocent her scent reflects on the faces of those who devour the finest incense She has Coloured the world with her smile Captured our souls for a while The birthmark she carries looks so much like mine Bring back my baby Bring back my child Oh young sir, have you no soul? I see dead holes where sockets once held eyes I grieve at the sight of your frown's hardened lines I saw blinding sweat beads emerge from your rage ridden chest Grotesque, the sight of a rock where your used to rest Sir, I know not how your rage was conceived nor how your hatred learned to breathe I assure you, it was not me Don't punish me please Give me my niece Were you not a child? Did you not tear through the walls of a young woman's thighs? Were you not born into her warm embrace, cradled, sheltered one look and she melted Why then, is my angel shackled? Sir where is your heart? I too bore a living, breathing being from these very parts of mine My own innermost parts ripped open when she tore through me, pushing As I wailed Pushing, pushing to claim her rightful place among the queens that grace our planet. What joy! To have been honoured and blessed with a fraction of the Lord's perfect grace Am I not here to build nations? Why then Sir, do you deprive me of her precious face? Son, have you no sisters? No teacher? No mother? No daughter? Bring her home, I'm begging please So I may teach her to bare sons just like you Hard, lifeless structures, breathing corpses That exude your heartless nature Ones to inherit your venemous stature Bring her home please Let me teach her to bring your grandsons to their knees I beg of you, Let me teach her to bare sons that will rob you of your own granddaughters. Tell me sir, Have you died? Has your soul left you? Do you not hear her cry? Do you not cringe at her gut- wrenching screams Mama, I want to come home! Mister, I want to go home! I want to be free Someone Save me Please?
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