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Who was she to demand love?
From a family who was too far above.
Who was she to say she wanted peace?
Just to have some form of release.
As the flowers grew, she felt light and heavy.
No matter what, she would always carry.
She would carry on with being giftless.
But hearing the comments about it, made her listless.
Or she would be carried in the wind like glitter.
Compare to her, it seemed prettier.
Who was she to have hope?
That her family would come, like a cloud in float.
Who was she to dare speak her mind?
When she couldn't get the words out at the time.
As the flowers bloom, colors being bright and bold.
The flowers in her lungs will grow old.
The purples, blues, yellows and reds.
Just make her want to finally go to bed.
Who was she to be out?
Whenever she leaves home, she can here the shouts.
Who was she to be alive?
She finds it taxing, all the time.
Her family has to grieve over the young girl.
Who was always seen, doing dances with twirls.
Made she always rest in power.
But the clock is ticking, so they better count the hours.
But this was all a vision from the future seeing man.
Showing this to her family, hoping to change "their plan"
This time he didn't leave.
For he wanted his sobrina, to not weave.
He didn't want her to weave lies and deceit
For with this vision, it could be beat.
The vision is not set in stone.
More can be done, but not alone.
It needs to have the family, every single person.
Unless they want the problem to worsen
But that is the one thing they won't let happen.
Now for some course of action.
In that vision, she was fifteen.
But with hope, she would gleam.
With the the stars above shining bright.
Hoping that she is safe that night.