Joining World Pulse is my source of strength

It was the end of soaking my pillows

Both starry and dark night

My end of being back-bitten and back-stabbed

End of visiting my \"so loving neighbors and relatives\"

End of desire for a bottle and a glass to calm me down

Small talks to my face was buried

My head no longer hang low from mockery and shame

Loud music for escape sounded feverish

Caresses and soft touch from \"caring friends\" felt

thorny to my dark shinny skin

Applause from \"friends\" at our main therapy talk center

where maruwa is brewed sound cheap

Just because of discovery of sisterhood in World Pulse

for I do not have to look over my shoulder anymore.