Spring was lost in confusion
Flashback of pain and hurt come often
My burden was to be the eldest daughter for a cultured family
My earliest memory begin with a lump in throat
It’s understood my only purpose on this land,
Is to keep my family’s dignity intact
At a tender age of 8, love and affection were unfamiliar
The child in me was long gone; the woman in me was confused
How do I make them happy like my brothers do? I ponder
Never had the right answer for this question
Little did I know;
I was destined to be the Honor Killer
Summer came with a glee of hope
I could break free and share the sun
A young man promised me the world
A world filled with warmth and love
One heart aching for love met another
Together they created a beautiful song
Life was meaningful and the world a happy place
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