• Tep Ra

    The Beauty Of Freedom

    In the depths of thoughts, I find a chain,A bondage of the mind; an unseen pain.Not in iron, nor in shackles cold,But in the stories I have been told. I was fed tales of who I am;And I got trapped…

  • Tep Ra

    Swallow

    In my country’s embrace, where voices hushed, A timid soul named Titi softly pushed, Into a world of darkness, where silence reigned, She bore the weight of secrets, deeply pained. Madam X, a puppeteer of vice, Exploiting souls in this…