I am not a witch.

How do I cry infront of you
My eyes are peeled.
I cannot blink nor can I wail
With the clips and pins my eyes outstretched

How do I tell you my story
When you fed me sewage and stale
I am not manic just in pain
Jumping around even when sane.

What do I tell you about
My story that I want to tell
Or the story you foretold.
I know you forgot I am a human and not a witch.

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Inspired by the tragic and real incidents of witch-hunt in state of Jharkhand, India where the victims are tied up, beaten, forced fed unimaginable things, burnt and killed, murdered.