Woman, Don't Cry

Iridescent hues of fallacy

Mask the chains that pierce

This bruised soul…

Born with burn stains

Of her native land

Tattooed in tiding teardrops…

Her cascading locks

Choke a history of

Troubled legacies…still

Visible are remnants

Of a crimson flag

Permanently adorning

Her battered life’s past…

Lay

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