I've watched women scream within this 'Face me I slap' you building, old and tattered with peeled walls and dingy bacteria infested surrounding. The rooms have stretched out of fear and tears, static yet unpacified. These women have thrived in poverty and embraced it's venom. They romance with their mediocre men, unopposedly called husbands who value not their weariness and thirst for comfort.These women have adapted to mediocrity and my voice has become a shadow hunting their unlived dreams. Vivid yet hidden, I see war in their eyes but they have made a home for it.Petty days and ragged years yet the children smile with satisfaction, protruding ribs and hungry faces. Their mothers stay on, hoping for hope in a world without. If I should speak, would they listen?

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Women sometimes linger in poverty because they've made no path for themselves. They fear that society might castigate and sometimes, they stay wretched, opposed and alone, living for their children. I say women have a choice. 

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