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Jan 2018
Covered in bruises
a face shadowed by guilt and shame
why was I to blame?

a trail of what seemed to be nightmares
actually flashbacks of my despair
not my fault, yet I was to blame

it all started with naivety
soon reached its peak taking away my innocence
not fully but mere, yet I was to blame

if I had the chance to speak
to shed tears of agony and regret of not recognizing the criminal
I would do so, yet I'd be the one to blame

you'll never know what it feels like
you'll never know the dread and horror
a ghastly monster that resides within him, yet I'd be the one to blame!
This society blames the pain of an individual to be self propagated. So many men and women go through awful events but if they speak publicly about it, they are given no voice. Which is why, all kinds of barbaric acts are being committed by so many people everyday. So many women, men and children *****, tortured and harassed but all acts of vengeance are diffused to nil. Why????? How many more should be a victim to this? When will all this stop? When will the guilty be avenged?
Arfah Afaqi Zia
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Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
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