Persepolis: Torn in Two
One, two, three, sister.
One, two, three, sister.
One, two, three, mister.
Let me be, mister.
Set me free, mister.
Rescue me, sister.
Misogyny, mister.
Love’s the key, mister.
Can’t you see, mister?
Hypocrisy, sister.
Mystery, mister.
History, sister.
Why don’t we, mister?
Society, mister.
Why’d you kiss my sister,
Mister?
Jealousy.
This poem was written/submitted by Sarah Frontiera.
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