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A girl child
when born
to a family

is

either
seen as

a

burden to be
disposed of

or

too precious a treasure
kept hidden for protection

but

not once considered
as a human being.
Personal experience
Kalliope Sep 23
A negative mindset
Breeds a negative life,
One full of pain,
Disappointment, and strife.

But what about the woman
Who wakes every day,
Hope clutched in her hands,
Ready for change her way?

Right when she’s comfy,
Her things all laid out,
The clouds come rolling,
To wash her smile out.

When she’s content
With the film’s final cut,
The universe laughs-
And ***** it all up.

What about that woman
You call too dark?
She’s given her everything,
Sacrificed her spark.

Yeah, maybe she’s dramatic,
And small troubles feel big.
But they would to you too,
If you saw how she did.

Still she keeps moving,
Her scars in plain sight.
A warrior through the day,
But a ghost every night.

But keep manifesting, dear,
Rewards are only for joy.
Be punished for your fear,
The pain's yours to enjoy.
Survivor of circumstance
Kalliope Sep 23
I've grown so cold
Your branches snap

I wish to embrace you
I don't like causing pain

But ice doesn't hug well
Nor a strong tree does it make
And I never know if Spring will come
Kalliope Sep 20
When I am silent,
and it’s all said and done,
will you bask in the quiet-
happy you’ve won?

No more complaints
slipping past my lips,
just peaceful quiet
and sometimes a kiss.

Will you be smug
while you rant through the day,
watching me nod along
with nothing to say?

That’s all you wanted, right?
Obedient peace.
An interesting woman to meet,
until she becomes what you please.

Or will you miss my words?
My fire? My song?
Will you miss my ranting?
Will my silence feel wrong?

Will you look in my eyes
and see through the glass?
There’s nothing there anymore-
only what you ask.
I guess I always did sing off-key
  Sep 20 Kalliope
Adam Tørch
I remember two keys –
one to a room
I wished so deeply
to share with you.

The other
in an abstract shape
of the right thing
to say.
The stars were not to blame
Nor the ocean between us
Or even that dreadful place
We used to call home

It was only you and me
Always a little too wrong
And maybe just a little
Too late
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