No question,
This is depressing,
I cant make believe,
What seems too fake,
Until you realize thin lines aren’t straight.
That your relatives are descendants,
From bad luck or fate.
These women were objects,
Men were the hands that placed them.
No confidence,
Forcing the when,
Finished before it began.
They wasn’t given a chance to talk,
So beneath the bottom,
it was impossible to walk.
No patience for dignity,
No room for stupidity,
These women were mutilated,
Think about that fact,
It inhabited me.
**This was based on an presentation done by SU students on Comfort Women in WWII located in Japan.**
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