Woman Dont Cry
Iridescent hues of fallacy
Mask the chains that pierce
This bruised soul…
Born with burn stains
Of her native land
Tattooed in tiding teardrops…
Her cascading locks
Choke a history of
Troubled legacies…still
Visible are remnants
Of a crimson flag
Permanently adorning
Her battered life’s past…
Lay
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