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 May 2021 Shravya
Shravya
She clutches her bag tightly,
her eyes never leaving the floor;
a tired sigh as the leaves crackle,
under feet, achingly sore

Returning from a stressful job,
she realizes she’s in no hurry,
After all, what she does at home,
is feed her constant worry

A devoted wife to a drunkard,
His abuses, she must bear,
For the sake of her little ones,
to leave him, she doesn’t dare

Her fingers on the doorbell,
she braces herself for what’s in store,
***** dishes in the sink,
and clothes scattered on the floor

Sighing, she picks up her wailing son,
and kisses her daughter’s bandaged knee,
she knows as long as she is a woman,
she’ll never be completely free.
 May 2020 Shravya
Hayley
A ugly yet beautiful me
Every night  
I dream of a beautiful me
It was quite a sight

When I look in a mirror
I see a ugly yet beautiful me
I thought it was quite clear
But I was bullied guaranteed
Because they saw an ugly yet beautiful me

I am proud
Of being a ugly yet beautiful me
I could scream it out loud
That I was a ugly yet beautiful me
And not tolerating it wasn’t allowed

— The End —