Screams and curses never told and never heard
Buried beneath her pretty smile
Slash, Crush and Sever her fragile heart
Silently she grieves
She grieves broken promises that never came to pass
Like a budding tree
New loves leave new marks on her aging skin
Scratched, Scorned and battered
Silently she hates
She hates the rise of romantic ideals
She walks amongst them and laughs like the rest of them
Impressively wearing her agony like a treasured hat
Swaying her hips like he swayed the bat
Silently she walks on
She glides in red stilettos, as red as the rage somewhere within her aching heart
She dreams of a tomorrow
Where daughters in her land will cease to love like their mothers
Cease to worship like their mothers worshiped
But walk amongst them as solid equals
Silently she prays
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem