I have been up all night
Listening to squabbles of those mistreated
Misheard and misunderstood.
I scrolled down the feeds
Reading of battles won
By the independent and the strong.
People shouting, screaming, wailing, complaining
About people that were them.
Why frown at a mirror, I thought
And then why weep?
Pulling the curtains at the glass of my window
Before going to sleep.
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