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It ain’t funny when I see you

beating her with the hands

that you said were to love.

Where is that fondness, you said was so much

To live under a roof together?

Why is she crying now with all the flaws you gave to her

the other day when you said

you were not prepared for love.

From where did the other one came from then?

What does that affection mean to you?

Molestation will remain a crime, even it’s in your home.

I want you to understand,

Women silence is louder than a roar,

She ain’t helpless she is waiting for you to discern,

Once the goddess is aroused,

you won’t survive in this world.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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