Poezja

For so I am a woman

All fingers are pointing at me

All eyes are fixating on me

All verdicts are going against me

For what reason ever be

Who has the right?

Who has the right to think that way?

My question is yet to answer

~~``~~

For so I am a woman

It's like a stigma

I am viewed like a rotten apple

A libertine, thinking by many

For what so ever reason

Who has the right?

Who has the right to feel that way?

My question is yet to answer.

~~``~~

Indeed I am a woman

I am perturbed,

Prosecuted,

laughed at,

Damaged,

Minimized,

Pushed aside,

I long carry the world's burdens on my back.

~~``~~

For all I know

I am a woman

From Eve

Pass down the curse

Begins far, so far back

In the ancient epoch

Time of B.C.

When the pleasing to the eyes fruit got bitten

Then sins take nascence

I come to be the conniver

~~``~~

Alright I am a woman

Through childbirth

I hollow

I agonize

I encounter,

Pain beyond the word imagination

I pay my penance

Am I still a conniver?

~~``~~

He the superior of all lawyers

He makes all the laws

And he who has the right

To give all the rights;

Has already given me,

My rights

I am a woman

I am at my own free will.

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