She's just a strange girl,
whose steps bore insecurity.
And her limbs awkwardly moves along as she walks.
and she is ashamed of the pitch of her voice.
so she never talks.
And when she does, her words comes out in mystical forms
a language none could understand.
"What gibberish none sense?"
the adult says as he took his scissored hand and cut her tongue.
only to replace it with one that could utter words that pleases him.
and no longer, was she a strange girl.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
She's just a strange girl,
whose steps bore insecurity.
And her limbs awkwardly moves along as she walks.
and she is ashamed of the pitch of her voice.
so she never talks.
And when she does, her words comes out in mystical forms
a language none could understand.
"What gibberish none sense?"
the adult says as he took his scissored hand and cut her tongue.
only to replace it with one that could utter words that pleases him.
and no longer, was she a strange girl.
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