As the intimidated halo of her throttled persona
Peeks
through the windows of swollen eyes
The
tears through the spine wash the aroma
Of the dreams that suffer a painful demise
Being
born into the world was a success enough
Escaping
from the attempts of foeticide
Living
through deprivations way too tough
She
had her expectations modified
The
less the house resembled the classroom
And
the more the books looked distant
The
lesser the chance for thoughts to bloom
The
more the dependence consistent
When
the smile that sprouted to see the colorful dresses
Fadedinto
the wedding gown
The
tiny feet that landed into the abscesses
Struggled
to break free, yearned for home town
Beaten
for dowry, thrashed into drudgery
Bound
into the expectations of raising a family
Reconciling
to acknowledgement as a rare luxury
The
dreams of thechild, became her ownultimately
Struggling
through the life in a world so unfair
Could
have its way into the everlasting pessimism
Is
nothing but the mark of Womanism!
