sharon wildey

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Honor Killing 2012 CNN News


I am very tired to be a woman
I am very tired to be a mother
She moaned to the reporter
From the shadowy frame of the TV screen
Where her being, her face, her identity
Had been wiped
Her husband, the doctor, had uttered the words of Honor
Witch Whore Adulterer
And even though her Father refused
Still she was dead
Hidden
Forgotten
In the name of Patriarchal Honor
In her is every woman
Tired of being a woman
Tired of being a mother
Tired of the death sentences uttered by those who are suppose to love us
The hand that caressed us
Turned into a weapon
Ripping us apart
First from the very core of our souls
And then last, our bodies,
But then why not? When everything else is lost.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 14, 2012
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  • Rookie - 911 Points Tony Karas (12/30/2012 7:12:00 AM)

    A terrible, terrible thing growing in frequency these days. I have 2 Muslim friends who have recently left their abusive husbands and are hiding in fear of their lives. A poignant, powerful write. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,467 Points Babatunde Aremu (11/14/2012 7:42:00 AM)

    I like this poem. The imageries are powerful. The lines: The hand that caressed us.........And the last, our bodies are great. Keep writing (Report) Reply

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