The inheritance of silence we gain,
The loop of chores from dawn to dark,
Through burden bows the shoulder and sleeve,
She’s not the only one who has to believe.
We trace the routes brave Malala walked,
Still the empowerment escaped,
Still she has to be locked up,
Is this the feminism we asked for?
The documentaries of women rights,
Never dares on real life,
Don’t cry Yousafazai,
Still family door forces illiteracy.
She suffocates to fulfill her desires,
Desires..? Just basic human rights.
Women survive or suffer ?
Let’s laugh with tears filled up.
A letter of victim
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