She is "corrupted"

Binudi Wickramasinghe

"What an unholy woman!" She is labelled as a child of the devil Why is she defined as such? Is it the way she dresses? Is it her hair? Is it her foot work? The world would hide at her presence Not out of fear But out of disgust She was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth She did not had the luxury to enjoy her youth Her only companions were anxiety and depression After living the golden life Who are you to point out her faults? Who are you to tell her about life? When all you've seen is it's false beauty; Do not judge her as corrupted When you do not understand her

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