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Broken bangles in the alley

She struggled to fight her way through

As they crawled onto her

the mercy shown to her was (few)

for her it was a blur

She screamed in hopes of a kind heart’s help

As the prying eyes watched from afar

She was hit again with a crowbar

Her voice muffled

And childhood striped apart

Under the dim lights of the alley

Lay decorated on the road

(Morbid) broken bangles

As she lay there pale and cold

she thought of her parents at home

They will welcome her home with glee

Not knowing her innocence has fled

For it is a sin to be a woman in this country

a country so full of patriarchy

Our society is filled with filth

And we all must accept to live with this guilt

– Joseph Henry


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