In filth, she danced to the tune of freedom.
Gashes of her past is an art she held.
Her scars, a beautiful piece she adored.

In range of experience, she never knew..
Life would give her a second thought.
From past the slavery she endured,
To her muffled screams everyday.
A woman! They said,
She has no rights.

Like a crack in destiny,
She saw the light of hope,
Shimmering in the pit of her hell.

Her voice has been heard!
The shackles holding her, unclasp. 
She laughed with a vibrant color,
This is the taste of freedom!
And she is free.


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