Behind two gates,
In this four walls,
Has a huge "bed",
With concrete floor.
I meet many strangers,
From different backgrounds,
That became friends, sisters,
Mothers, childrens and many more.
We exchanged stories,
We promised to keep in touch,
But when one got released,
All of that became a thing of the past.
We have our own problems,
Protected by our own family,
I broke my promise so do many,
I don't want my status to be known.
I'm afraid of judgement,
Afraid to be seen by many,
With all the people I've got,
From inside of nowhere.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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