A Woman With No Name Poem by Sylvia Chidi

I see her fly up high in the blue skies
From afar I see her stand near by

She is ugly
She holds her head up high
She is pretty
She holds her head up high
She is rich
She holds her head up high
She is poor
She holds her head up high
She is stupid
She holds her head up high
She is intelligent
She holds her head up high

There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame

She is a friend, a sister, a mother and a lover
She is a teacher, rocker, a stalker and a comforter
She is a worker, politician and a prostitute
She is everything from complex to minute
A killer in your very mist
been fed sick pills
sent out to the road to kill
She is an instiller of the truth
when you feast demanding your manners
Her favorite breakfast banner

You look at me in disbelief and shock
As if you've just been hit with a rock
Where is your luck?

You look at me in shock
The truth is bitter
Does not only shock but sucks

There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame

She is the one you tried to dismiss
In your bed with a single kiss
You did not listen
She was only seeking justice
She is the mother of your children
Producing grown up women and men

I see her in your eyes
As she cries
With pain, deranged from the rain
She is the one you pretend
Is not important
Right from when you were an infant
So you rant and rant and rant

She is the one you alienate, frustrate, underrate,
and try so often to eliminate

There she stands
She stands on my shoulder
Ready to embark on a journey
She is the woman with no name
The one you tried to frame

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

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