Poem
Poem
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Some stories came, some went,
Some glorified, some diminished,
Some just turned old, some still refresh,
Some stood with time, some oppressed.
Beneath these stories, beneath these different dimensions,
Lived a silent spectator, whose beautiful eyes were deafening,
Oppressed by the children of the same mother,
Where the desire for freedom meant war,
Where different labels come free, but self-worth is hard to achieve.