I’m arching and falling.
I have no backbone.
Too ashamed to resist.
Too winded to cry.
Always told to comply.
Always told not to make a big deal of a little thing. But this little thing is eating me away. Bit by bit. I wish they’d slap my face. I wish they’d drag me through the streets. I wish they had a beastly face and fangs dripping prejudice. I hate how they strip me naked behind closed doors. How they threaten to kill me in a language no one else understands.
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Manastva 