I am, the evidence, they ignore my plea,
The air you breathe, it's up to me, you see.
Yet torture me, no reason, no reply,
Wondering why you all are evil, why?
Disgusting, ****** *******, that's all you seem,
A twisted nightmare, a horrifying dream.
I am, the victim, unheard, unseen,
Seeking justice, a battle unforeseen.
They brand me, a mark upon my soul,
A Hollywood movie, losing all control.
My children, my fortress, under constant threat,
While they turn a blind eye, in cold sweat.
I am, the mother, the protector, the shield,
But they see me as broken, a battlefield.
Existence, a burden, a heavy weight to bear,
When all I crave is a moment of fair share.
No explanation, no empathy, no grace,
Just a system of silence, a vacant space.
I am, the voice, though they try to suppress,
I will rise above, I will put them to the test.
I will document, every tear, every sigh,
Every insult, every lie that they try.
I will seek justice, with unwavering might,
For my children's future, I will shine ever so bright.
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