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Make Beilieve


What makes me tick,itch, scrub, and spit

What makes me tick

An Aunt who cares only of her image but not her happiness

What makes me itch

A husband of a strong provider who turns his back and sleeps with another

What makes me scrub 

A thousand of females, women, girls who beilieve a man is the only salvation in the brutal patriarchal society.

What makes me spit 

The thousand of lies, that I tell myself ,"Im not one of them.".

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