The old story teller whispering
softly and gently to the day wind
or night wind.
"Wind o wind, you who has a
free spirit roaming around, why
do you leave me behind!
You're awareness of my wishing
freedom from those who cut my
wings is unbearable. I pray for your
help and advice, I implore your
force to pick me up and bring me
with you, not caring where or how,
but far enough from my killer.
Yes I'm sure that I will be part of
the statistics of violence against the
women of this world. Stupid me
for believing that I could change this
animal that is at my side and keeps
me like a broken bird in a cage.
I'm afraid to talk, to walk, to live
one day when I'm fully broken he
will finish me. No matter if I'm his
slave at his deadliest commands,
I know that I do not have much more
time to be on this world.
Is it my fault, I don't know,
am I ugly, but then why keep me prisoner,
is it my stupidity in believing that love
could solve everything around me and
the world of marriage, who knows,
my only sin is that I was born a woman
and that I must pay the price of being
a woman...
NB: Photo not mine, if author recognizes
this work, just email me & I will give you
credit.
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