Swept under the rug,
Doesn’t mean the dirt won’t come up.
Damages are indelible,
Let’s not pretend it’s forgettable.

This silence is so deep and loud,
That we are breaking down and drowning in it.
We strap on with drabs of our own voices.
Fears within and Fears without.

Whose ears do we lament to?
The same will shut us out.
We eventually trudge back to our trumpery abode,
Where your shadows won’t even embrace you.

We become tools to allay your erotism.
Manipulated to involve in your iniquitous activities.
We are victims of inequality and injustice.
Intimidated by your face that glares Egotism.

When our gender is termed “inferior,” our colour is ranked subordinate.
You know how the ass is being dragooned and oppressed,
Yes, we are still segregated.

Our heart still clamouring in our grief,
We won’t budge, not until our buried voices are exhumed,
Even with your grip holding back our voices, We will not back out.
Proud and Loud,
Won’t give up, stand our ground.
Let everybody make way for us, we are breaking through every wall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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