A photograph of woman with light reflecting her face

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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