My stare into oblivion,
Counting as a delusion,
My daily fight,
A shattered petition, to be free,
My choice to stand and fight,
Nevertheless I am just a woman,
A woman who can not speak her mind.
As I climb the ladder of life,
I am reminded of who I am,
Not because I don't know, but to taunt my supposed weakness,
When men work and study,
I am told to cook and style,
What am I ???
Just a woman, who has no say.
One those painful nights,
At my gentle - quiet corner,
Under the silver white moon,
I ask myself,
Who am I???? What am I???
Treated as a chore worker,
I wonder if he gave birth to me,
Or maybe i am adopted as my brother is taken care of,
Maybe someday, I will stand and fight,
Maybe someday others will speak with me,
But for now all I can do, is stare into oblivion,
This sad life, is my daily routine.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Speaks
PoetryYes........the description is my heart speaks, because my heart truly does speak , if you listen well enough you will understand. Speak, write, keep writing. One day you will find the right words and they will be enough - by (I don't know the na...
