Born into the system
That is down bad twisted,
Taking tongue between the teeth
Slowly you implode, you seethe.
Forced to learn atrocities too young,
You hear all the words that stay unsung,
You have learnt how to ignore your crush,
You are ten, blood’s boiling in the rush.
Girl, you know I tried.
Yet it is futile to fight…
And you hide behind the smiling mask.
No cycle broken. It’s too much to ask
To allow you to enjoy the hushed
Whispers of the linden in the garden.
Barely born, you are so rudely rushed
Into responsibilities and burden.

Published 06 Jul 2025