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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