Out of one century other centuries rise Death after death she simultaneously dies… Always has she been considered a bad omen The unjustified birth of a woman; Her identity unquestioned Her existence forever threatened Her nature though described as frail In her heart profound contemplations dwell… An object taken for granted By far disposed when not wanted. Exposed and barred when required Her self-respect still unacquired. Her heart all wounded her face serene Lost in a society of the mean! ! Her mind in conflict with her conscience Her body remains calm out of obedience. Her freedom subject to a man’s permission, She fights warfare in every situation. Her hope of liberation still a dream… In the arms despondence she screams! Her cries within her emptiness drown… Life treats her like a Queen without a Crown! ! Referred to as a daughter, wife and mother No one to call her an individual bothered, She continues to be a friend to herself For the family places her a like a showpiece on a shelf; Her soft touch, her kind heart, her prayers for others…
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