To Women who stare at their bellies in the mirror
wondering why it isn’t glued to their back ..
To Women who’s legs has been forcefully separated by vile tellurians
Their flesh wrongfully explored by strangers,by family.
To Women who inhale dust and are forced to spit gold,
To Women who survived another night in the arm of a twisted lover,
To Women who are beyond broken,
To Women who carry smiles on their faces to mask the war within,
To Women in motion,
Keep on moving
There is a promise of salvation,
Keep on moving.
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