On Poem : End This Sorrow
End This Sorrow
by Intan Maharani Putri
I'm a frail person called woman
It's often echoed without permission
Comes like there is no dignity in it
As if the walls I’ve built doesn't confine it
It keep going just like no one cares
That’s who you called people
Feeling the most incredible in this world
Making fun as if others just nothing
Moaning sadness, haunted by fearness
Wake up.
Got everything you aim for
Create messages and speak up
Don't be afraid
Because –Woman, have a power
You are not the one to blame
You are not the abjection
But it’s them –unhumanity creature
Hold my hand
We are gonna get justice
We are gonna uphold woman’s right
Because we are the first one to teach our next generation
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