I have a twin
we were born in November
no one could see her,
since she has hidden from their sights
under my body and mind.
Come and go,
when all the vowers of staying disappeared,
my tears shedded- she’s still here;
strong as she was, I knew
her grief evermore outgrew.
So young we were,
I could call nothing mine, but her (my twin).
She taught me to shelter in reads
she taught me no cry for bleed
she taught me to be a lying narcissist.
Bad or good, things she did
forsaken or unforgiven; accomplice
I can’t get rid of it, cause
for good I’m her twin, and
she’s my soul.
Categories:
vowers, 11th grade, cry,
Form: Rhyme
Feminism,
Neo-Marxism,
Catastrophic cultural schism,
Rallying against the "patriarchy",
Waging social war by tweeting,
Against superficial enemies of the ideology,
Submission through guilt and gender supremacy power,
Cracking down the whip to make challenger's cower,
Upheaving the meritocratic system to rule in ivory towers,
A pathogenic social construct toppling modern liberty in Western society,
Collecting mugs of discontent using male tears to shower,
Ruining husband's lives then demanding child support dower,
Ostracizing traditional gender roles and wedding vowers,
Endless rhetoric regurgitated fueling the dichotomy,
Opposers pay sanctioned blood apology,
New recruits sacrifice liberty,
Hell-bound progressivism,
Neo-socialism,
Feminism.
Categories:
vowers, anti bullying, corruption, society,
Form: Rhyme