I am your nightmare

You are offended I can tell…

For I live the life you fear…

you are terrifed for your little girl…

what if she too suddenly learns to speak?

God forbid – she finds out she has a voice – her own!

horror for you if she decides… oh no she can’t!

she must never decide… not for herself No!

for your existance depends on her obedience…

Wrapped with my gold Khimar and kitten heals
I walk with my head high Not prude no sir,

Just a worthy fighter for this peace of mine.

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