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A room of one’s own,
Like the American girls I saw on films,
Walking inside their bedroom, picking up their favorite
things, lying belly down on a mattress, a room of one’s own,
I finally found one, in the outskirts of town, unlike fictional films,
this has become my reality, moving around a room, until I am
Being force down, hands on my side, and screams inside of my head, while he yells
Commands in English without subtitles. A room of one’s own…
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