I’m here. I scream, I shout.
No one, nobody hears me out.
I am shunned. Pushed. Stamped, & Throttled,
No one knows cares. I’m cobbled…
Why this pain? This Mistreatment!
Why I endure this beaten moment?
Oh WHY? ? ?
‘CAUSE..
A baby girl born was I
Not to be loved by any eye.
Broom and mop is all I see
Cook, no books. I weep, WEEP!
Tireless, from morn ‘til night
Cannot stand – I cannot fight.
Yet morsels less-shelled out in my palm
Cannot take any more, this realm.
I’m a piece of worthless nude!
Beaten, molded, bruised,
I curl.
Unfurl me, a plea.
I mourn; to be born
A butterfly – or die.
There’s no home. I bemoan – and groan
As an eternal wife, pass this strife
No one to hold on, I take the scorn
Yet die again and again - every day every night
This my right? No! My plight!
As daughter, a sister, as mother
I’d also rather
Be a dancer, a singer, a teacher
And
Not Taunted, unwanted, insulted and bonded.
They deny. I cry! Mourn to be,
Reborn a butterfly…
Iive a day- yet full and …….die
I want to be Alive, Survive.
I want to fly. Not cry.
Touch the sky - High…
Reborn a butterfly.
Live a day-yet full and …die
I shout. I scream and dream.
I plead, give back my self-esteem.
Shrink my plight.
To educate, not suffocate;
Please can you relate?
I want to levitate, to take a leap.
And Fly! high… to the moon.
No more cocoons, No more Masters
I’m Gods creature, I’m in raptures.
And I cry, I want to survive,
Reborn a butterfly.
Live a day, yet full to fly…
I’m a piece of worthless nude! Beaten, molded, bruised, I curl. Unfurl me, a plea. I mourn; to be born A butterfly – or die. Beautifully written about the oppression of women, their struggles, their fear, their sens of being unwanted. you bring in passion in your writings. Afterall poetry is the expression of our own soul. God bless you.
How painful it is to be born a woman, live a miserable life and - - .You remind the world that much yet has to be done in spite of feminist activism.This poem gave me great pain.
Heart-Rending! ! I read this, then read Abandoned and all I can say is, despite all the oppression and suffering, We shall rise and shine! !
I scream! ! But, no one hears my voice. Nice piece of work.
Sadness begets this poem and I for one can truly relate.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem cries out from the rooftop against marginalisation of the lower class.
thank you for your lovely comments