Shackles of Silence: A Dual Perspective

Raised to be humble, quiet, and small,

Taught to be strong, never to fall.

To serve and to please, to never defy,

To wield iron fists, to never cry.

Her worth is in grace, her voice but a whisper,

His power in rage, emotions a fissure.

Love is obedience, love is pain,

Love is possession, a storm to sustain.

Endure the beating, for he loves her still,

Dominate, dictate, bend her to will.

Her body a vessel, her spirit in chains,

A stoic protector, a beast that remains.

Yet in the quiet, a spark does ignite,

In silence, a tremor, a flicker of light.

She questions the chains, the roles she must play,

He questions the fury, the mask every day.

A whisper of freedom, a longing for peace,

A voice that says kindness can bring release.

Yearning for dawn, to break from the gray,

Yearning for love, in a fairer way.

Raised to be humble, taught to be strong,

In shadows they linger, for far too long.

Yet in their hearts, a shared desire,

To break free together, and rise from the fire.

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