The Christian Sister
She sits upright smiling
With small talk prepared
A tear in one eye
Running fingers through her hair
Pride for her husband
Pride for her son
Pride for her home
For herself exists none
Admired, adored, respected
With knives in her back
She hides the longing
For the happiness she lacks
Mental persecution
Overpowers her positivity
But somehow she finds strength
To sit upright smiling
With small talk prepared
A tear in one eye
Having everyone fooled
And def to her internal cry...
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