She washed the corpse with tears. After the funeral was over and all the relatives had gone.
She finally burst out crying: God. I’m scared! God, I’m Scared
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History has been Revised
– the rioter may become the hero
What about Her-Story
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She burned everything, never uttered a word about it nor dressed up again.
She, cleaned herself up and sat at home waiting, prepared for life or death
She, having being raped and felt ashamed, left the kids and ran away.
She, holding several jobs down, has 6 kids from a babe to a ten-year old.
She cries all the time, but only in the dark. Fear follows her like a shadow.
She, passes the rest of her day silenced.
She, is “women” in plural form. Her sorrow has always been ours.