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    To Tell A Tale.

    I want to tell a tale.
    An old tale passed on by the elders.
    Whispered in the ears of the young ones.
    A lesson learned.
    A lesson continued.

    If only I could tell a tale...
    Of the young boy and young girl.
    Of secret meetings and fleeting kisses.
    Of scorching glances and furious tongues.
    Things shared in the dark rooms.

    How I wish I could tell a tale...
    I would speak of the sinful gazes and blasphemous lips.
    Then I would tell of the soothing touches and calming holds.
    Of soulful eyes and shadowed smiles.
    These secrets hidden in the wall cracks.

    I beg to tell a tale...
    Of heavy regret and burdening secrets.
    Of a child born to shameful parents.
    Of a negligent mother and forgetful father.
    The small scars on the growing wrists.


    Maybe if I could tell a tale,
    Then I would tell the child of the young girls' struggles.
    Of the young man's prowess.
    Of when they would turn their judging backs to her.
    Of when they would raise their worshipping hands to him.
    The imbalance of the rotting world.


    Please may I tell a tale?
    I would speak of injustice and patriarchy.
    Of binds and hushed mothers.
    If allowed, I would even speak for the little girl yet unborn.
    To that little boy yet instructed.
    The things I would speak would be truth and light.

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    To Tell A Tale.

    ...Let me tell a tale.
    The things I would speak would be truth and light.
    Of the imbalance of a rotting world.
    Of small scars on growing wrists.
    Of secrets hidden in the wall cracks.
    Of things shared in the dark rooms.
    A lesson continued,
    so I must tell a tale...
    ©eema_mmae