She glances at her dressing mirror
Trying to cover up his last night’s mess,
Hair let loose covering the bright red scars on her face
Standing in a half ripped white bride’s dress.
She glances at her dressing mirror
The had-been virgin blushing whilst thinking about the sin committed last night,
Its not easy being only seventeen and in love
She fears Jesus might not label it right.
She glances at her dressing mirror
Thinking about whether society will let her live or die,
She has had enough of these cruel homophobic comments
Enough to make her doubt whether love is a virtue or a crime??
She glances at her dressing mirror
Recalling the callous names labelled on her,
Some call her a slut, a prostitute and even a whore
But she doesn’t mind as long as the money feeds her five year old brother.
The mirror is now cracked
With brutal labels, comments and maybe even facts,
But we stay in a world filled with nuclear weapons and Trumps
So let nothing stop thou from committing the sin of love.
Brilliant
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Thanks Preet!
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Lovely poem…Very beautifully described
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Thank you so much!
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Dhiti I am so proud of you as my student ; who’s discovering herself and her talents and has a voice that is full if sensitivity and the conviction to day in what she believes in .
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Thank you so much ma’am, and really most of the credit goes to you for helping me believe in myself and the power of words! Thanks a lot! This all is a result of having an amazing English/TOK teacher like you:)
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Sorry Dhiti a lot of auto type errors
….a voice that is full of sensitivity and the conviction to voice what she believes in
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