I was always asked to tie up my tongue and exist as if I didn't exist.
To stifle my cries and put concealer on the Crimson marks that adorned my body.
They said my mom did the same, so I should too.
Aunts, nieces, grandmas, God-mother's, sisters and best friends....
Everyone did that!
So I should too....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem