A WOMAN _A QUESTION MARK
A WOMAN -- A QUESTION MARK
Gentle touch of wind caresses her
And she sighs softly
Looks at the sky
Lying in the pool of her blood
Tears roll down her eyes.
" Is she dead? "someone asked
" Am I dead ? "
Yes , way back in time she died
A mother slayed in the sex starved world
A young girl of six and sixty
And a woman of eighty
All sexually butchered by men
And by many other men
The tears roll down her eyes...
A curse to be a woman....
In the wide wide wild world
She closes her eyes.....
The wind touches her bruised body softly
And peace embraces her finally....
And she becomes a question mark
In the wide wide wild world .
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Heart wrenching poem.
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