blood-stained sheets
like a declaration of war
we are blamed for our own wounds
hide the gashes and burns
behind gingham-printed dresses
and perfume that smells like summer.
we are a sin to be committed
charged with the crime of being female,
forced to serve life sentences of silence.
but it will never be enough,
in their eyes
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