I woke up.
I was smiling and giggling all day,
where comparisons didn't matter and it sway,
laughing with my dad and mom,
somewhere where I can talk about normal stuff just like prom,
but then I WOKE UP.
I woke up with a loud noise,
listening to a voice,
Oh, It was my dad again
making me wake up early to do his labour
as he is alone my saviour.
I did everything I could do,
I did all the chores
at the end of the day I got a blessing
that I would become a whore,
what was my fault, I kept guessing,
was there a problem in my character dressing?
I won't be able to do anything in my life,
shouted my mom,
and I still wish to not pick up any knife,
trying to act just like a dom.
I am born as a curse my dearest say,
what could be worse? me or they.
My father wishes to leave me,
when I was born,
to sit with my siblings alone till dawn.
My smile is still the same,
but true is rare,
I question myself why wasn't I ever treated fair?
I laugh a lot to hide,
but I never let it slide.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Deeply personal autobiographical trauma and family dysfunction throughout.
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple distinct ideas per stanza; emotional revelations densely packed.
DarkSentimentBright
Overwhelmingly negative: abuse, curses, unfair treatment, hidden pain.
StillEnergyExplosive
Caps lock outburst; urgent confessional tone with emotional peaks.
MicroLengthEpic
31 lines total; falls within 31-60 line range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Some metaphor (curse, smile as mask) but mostly direct declaration.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective first-person throughout.
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