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She was taught to accept the doctrines
without questioning or critical thinking.
They robbed her of the willpower to evaluate,
think straight and voice out her opinions and thoughts.
Crooked, rugged, barbaric, and archaic were all the patterns.
Do not say, do not talk, do not think, do not wear, do not try,
do not handle, do not go.
Do not and don't were all the rules and tools deployed.
They muted her will and desires.
They used words to manipulate her reasoning, instilling fear,
self-doubt, insecurity, lack of confidence and willpower in her.
She never questions the norms, doctrines and dogmas,
the dos and don'ts.
She accepted all blindly, never questioning the vague
values and unwholesome expectations of her guardians.
Worst still, she internalised them and made them her standards and reality.

Now, she has evolved. She knows better than
to accept what she was raised to believe.
She is learning to ask questions and evaluate
ideas and beliefs.

She is becoming a better version of herself,
she has evolved.
MY POETRY, MY MUSE
A wholesome tongue is a tree of life
It brings hope and joy to light
It shields from harm and danger
It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul
A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness
It makes hope to come alive.
A rash tongue kills the soul.
It is brutal and cruel.
Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart
Planting the seed of discord and strife.

The tongue is a subtle part of our members
Yet it shapes minds and destinies
It boasts of outstanding results
It plants seeds that last for ages without end
It tears and builds simultaneously
It makes one feeble and empowers another
Vigour and might lie with it.
It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.
MY THOUGHTS, MY MUSE

— The End —