veiled
hidden in mystery
concealed by tradition
fenced in by culture
a life of hard work
rising before the sun
filling the hungry tummies
stilling the children's cries
carrying the water
so many stories
in each and every pair of eyes
callused hands and feet
testimonies of hard work
and long walks
sitting at the back
quietly
observing from afar
hidden in the shadows
these women
grandmothers
daughters
sisters
wives
they live mostly for others
bending without complaint
carrying enourmous burdens
look at them
these are women of strength
worthy of praise
worthy of recognition
|This piece was inspired by the native women of the country I live in. I have always admired them for the amount they do for their families, willingly, even though tradition pushes them into an inferior role.
Often, I am ashamed at myself when I complain over minor inconveniences, because I think of how much these women go without, without complaining.|
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