It all started, one happy day,
So chirpy with joy she moved all day.
She went to her mother, smiled and spoke,
But her’s mother’s response , her heart it broke.
She looked at her mother, trying to recognize the woman she knew,
She reasoned for long, but everything was askew.
What had happened? Through the day she wondered,
Nothing made sense, on and on she pondered.
Her mother was not who she thought she knew,
For her mother became someone and she thought it couldn’t be true.
Just one word of a stranger,
Changed it all.
Her words were not heard,
and her actions seemed all false.
Since then she’s been watched,
Like a prisoner in a cell.
Her every movement,
A reason she had to tell.
All she now longed for,
Was some freedom and peace.
A happy life,
And to live with ease.
Her chance finally came,
She moved away.
For a while things were fine,
When history chose to repeat one fine day.
Though away from home.
She’s still imprisoned.
With no voice and words,
In despair she listens.
Her feelings and thoughts,
She’s oppressed and kept.
Helpless and lost,
Every night she wept.
She is in a state,
And her thoughts are of this one.
“I will always regret being her daughter. I just can’t wait to run. “
In her mind forever,
She will remain imprisoned.
She is waiting for that day,
When she can be truly independent.
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