Roaming the street listlessly
Mind in chaos utterly
Shoulders slumped
Looking stumped

Afraid for the first time
Feeling she committed a crime
Thinking why she did not use her head
And now she might as well be dead

Facing her father she dreaded
Served her right for being hardheaded
His Insist warnings she did not heed
A difficult lone path she must journeyed

She asked herself
if what she have is a blessing or curse itself
An unwanted gestation
of her own manifestation

She felt alone more than ever
Left behind by her lover
Worn out from thinking what might be her fate
She buckled under her own weight

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