A Woman's Cry
I am a woman!I grew up knowing nothing but pain
For a woman is taught nothing alse
I must mind my own place
He raped me so I could stay here,
I had to respect him with all that I am,
A man who inflicted me with so much pain,
Is this stranger that I call my husband
What happened to the teachings,
"A woman is fragile like a flower"?
Suddenly, she is hards as a rock,
Wake up at dawn, nothing else to do but work
My heart is heavy with sorrow,
My in-laws mock me every morrow,
I graze with the cows
That is what a barren does!
I want to go home,
But where is home for me?
I want to die with the setting of the sun,
I am tired, this race I can no longer run!
Poetry by Chuma
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Written on 2008-05-22 at 11:46
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