We girls
We have the same hearts,
Same hollowness.
We build homes inside other's hearts
Men are not homes,
They are invaders
who eventually leave.
We must behold our peace.
And not throw ourselves away :on lease .
We must march on, with brevity and pride
and not let dreams collide with the
bleakness of the darkest night.
Aye, we women
have the same hearts
Same hollowness,
We pick up mess created by them
We pick ourselves after being left bereft by them
We pick the children left in the womb by them.
We pick up our bodies soiled by them.
And we burn in the perpetual purgatory
of social institutions.
Yet, we sustain.
We women , we have the same hearts
the same that Sita had
the very same that Kali had.
-diplim