Demeera Demira
She’s in the shadows
She’s under the brightest beam
Your eyes will never look there
It burns them
She’s under the table
She’s behind all curtains
She’s not hiding
Simply being
She’s silent
Never spoken a word
Not mute, she’s able
She’s angry
Yet complacent about it
Her father has never heard
In all his days
His daughters voice
She’s socially awkward
But she’s not special
Some where on the other side of the world
Someone else
Is
As
She
Is.
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