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‘Saying Society’
‘Saying Society’
What have we said her into?
We mouthed her
Mouthed her back to her nightmare

She became our plague
She became our shame
She became our dent
She became our ordeal
We pushed her
Pushed her back

She pleaded for our understanding
She pleaded for our help
Our holier-than-thou attitude didn’t let us think
Our family ego didn’t let us help
We pushed her

“Go, go, go back
It’s your home
Don’t let another take
What you have worked for”
We told her we were against the act
We told her we were with her this time

He came begging
He came pleading
He looked repentant
Like he always has after his wicked act
We joined in assuring her it won’t happen again
We pushed her

Who will tell the story of what happened
The head is down
The mouth is shut
Who will tell us what happened

Why cry
Why cry
We pushed her
She never wanted to go back
But we didn’t let her be
The name and ego we tried to protect is now everywhere
Everywhere for the very wrong reasons

Will she survive this?

Saying society
Oh Saying Society
Who is our next target?
When will we look beyond us?
And deal with the issue

Let these women be
Let them live
Help them live
Stop the stigmatization

Say No to all form of Domestic Violence
Say it and sand by it

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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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