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life and death

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death scares me

as does life

but

it would be a lot easier

with you by my side

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It is not about feminism

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you raise your voice

you disrespect me

you lose me

because

it is not about feminism

but it is all about

self respect

her avatar

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a simple metal pendant

faded red lips

sun tanned skin

old sari

chipped nails

discoloured nail paint

threadbare shawl

but those eyes

looking around

for someone

who would

like her

in that avatar

time

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it just slips away

the time

we have

on our hands

so

lets promise

ourselves today

to

make each moment

worthwhile

the child

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I saw

childhood

begging on the streets

running nose

torn clothes

those tender feet

blistered

disheveled hair

I looked

for a sign

of hope

and there it was

in his eyes

the child in him

was speaking to me