Fitting



Her circumstances must be changed for better
As stance to honour who she is
The outcome of her deeds powered by her abilities
Framed within what she has cooked, her mindset
Be the contentment of her soul
Take away the lullabies that condemned her
Replaced by ululation roused by her deed
This tender giant-half the world without is not
To shed the cloths her parents doused her mind
That she be the receptor, the defecated bin
To await the spoilt recalcitrant other homo
With unending demands never to be allayed

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