There were girls in piggy tails,

Within a circle of fire,

Dancing to their favorite tune.

In the process of growing-up,

Their inner child got killed,

Murdered and looted,

They became refugee in their own country,

Directionless and pointless,

Advices collected,

Mostly on how to heal their inner child.

Then someone in the group,

With dream dear as her own love,

Decided to dance in the fire and called it Sati,

They were the girls in piggy tails,

Not ready to heal their inner child as women,

And took revenge.

@Emily Parker


Posted on

May 24, 2021

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