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Peculiar
Poet, writer, public speaker, student @ Student(Aspirant)
Poet, writer, public speaker, student @ Student(Aspirant)
Caged Princess
<p>She withdraws not out of anger but of fear,</p><p>Because somehow silence became safety.</p><p>At least the voice of criticism died down</p><p>When she said she's fine</p><p>With tears in her eyes.</p><p>Yet in the dark of night,</p><p>Her sobs are louder than a baby's cry.</p><p>Not because she chose to lie,</p><p>But it's a method she had to adopt</p><p>As a kid just to adapt.</p><p>Because speaking out was futile.</p><p>"Let there just be peace," the voices rang.</p><p>So instead, she shrank.</p><p><br/></p><p>And when you say, "I love you,"</p><p>It doesn't come with butterflies in her belly.</p><p>It sounds like a tale as old as time.</p><p>It sounds like a cheap lie</p><p>Even a narcissist could sell.</p><p>When you ask her genotype,</p><p>She's wondering if her phenotype is your type.</p><p>When you say, "Oh, you're beautiful,"</p><p>And she stares in the mirror, but a broken reflection stares back.</p><p>When you try to hold her, she flinches because somehow physical touch isn't intimacy; it's degradation.</p><p><br/></p><p>When you write like Shakespeare,</p><p>She doesn't feel like Cupid shot an arrow.</p><p>The idea of being someone's Juliet</p><p>Irritates her because there's no Romeo, only Prince Hans.</p><p><br/></p><p>Like Snow White, the manly figures in her life handed her to others.</p><p>She was left vulnerable, feeling like charcoal black.</p><p>The ebony beauty and the afro hair praised,</p><p>She only saw a skin soaked in too much melanin.</p><p>Her eyes and teeth were the only white in the dark.</p><p>She only saw the 4C hair that shrunk just like her.</p><p><br/></p><p>Instead of accepting the praise of her height,</p><p>She succumbed to the voices calling her broom, pelenge and lepa.</p><p>When you tell her, "I love you,"</p><p>She knows she's not white like a Disney princess,</p><p>Not brave like Moana, 'cause she couldn't even lead herself out of her misery.</p><p>So she knows that love isn't for a servant,</p><p>For she made herself a servant to critics.</p><p>She's Rapunzel who didn't let down her hair</p><p>Because her afro is a crown.</p><p>Yet she caged herself up in that tower —</p><p>The tower her mind built.</p><p>So when you say let down your hair,</p><p>It doesn't sound like freedom, it sounds like trespassing.</p><p><br/></p>
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