Crying alone in a mouldy cell,
stripped bare and impoverished, at the
familiar mercy of cruel command,
endowing control over what should
be her own, by dignity, by right.
Prisoner to the hand feeding her,
the mind unknowing whether she is
5, 35 or married again.
To her it's the same relentless pain.
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Comments (6)
There is a profound pain a woman feels in a patriarchy. I am glad that we are expressing it more. Brilliant work Kayleigh!
I wish I found a Genie. Then I can wish you back to the safety of your own home 🥺❤️
5, 35, or married again - excellent line in a great poem.
Upsetting!!! Amazingly written!!!💕♥️♥️
Amazing metaphor. Love what u wrote about it being all the same no matter the age. ✨
O I can feel the pain in this :(