With makeup brushes
trying to conceal it
Pain beneath the layers
She don’t reveal it
She drops mirror
she can’t face what’s wrong
Calls it error, something minor
As soon as tears pour
says it’s a stair fall

Abused, I hide the bruise
I hear it’s the man’s world
I have all to lose, I choose to
make me cry over making the news

Don’t fold up your life like a linen,
You your own Tailor
imprisoned by cultures?
you might be your Jailor
Domestic Abuse is Death in Advance
Old story becomes new
XX dies, another loses her life


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