In pursuit of beauty
They lost the taste of a good woman
In pursuit of societal acceptance
They lost the grace of a woman
In the fear of deceit
They saw lost receipts
In the quest for blames
They saw a willing tool
In the vestices of an innocent woman
A tool of love is stained in shame
A sceptre of peace
Is swept by the breeze
what did we ever do????
What was our fault? ????
Are we not sorry enough?????
In the beauty lies a distortion
In the peace of our joy
Lies the ineptitude of the tears
While the general fear of our beauty
Is maligned by the few who are rusty
Beloved lies in me
The sceptre of joy and the pain of every woman
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