Enemy's Vision
He looks at me and see nothing
It's like my life is in his hands
He really doesn't believe I can be something
All he sees is just a dirty girl who grew up in the village and farms
Nothing good suits me in his eyes
Am sure he wish he can control me
He saw me holding a pen and a book
He then laughed so loud with impressions
I could tell he had something in mind
He held still and stared at me for a while
Probably he had questions in his mind
Who do you think you are
He judges from a distance
He just see a little good for nothing village girl
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