how is this little poem like thingy i wrote?

she dreams, how she wishes she was free,
as she watches the night sky her eye is caught by a bird flying free in the dark blue sky, then she wonders ¨will i ever be as free as such a beautiful creature¨ as a tear streams from her face, she lays down and remembers that she as a woman is not free nor wanted for love, but for money, or pleasure. that she is just a toy or an object of pleasure. but one day she wishes that she could change that all for the women.



how is it?


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its beutiful good job

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