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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Woman

The being that has suffered;
Suffered at the hands of the beast we call man
The being that has been, for ages, the victim of chauvinism,
The easy outlet for her clan

The innocence that was and is exploited,
The eyes that talk of love have always seen hatred,
The voice that, with its sweetness, stirs emotions,
Has always been suppressed

The chasteness so easily questioned,
The purity so blatantly ignored,
The futile cries, the screeching shouts;
So skillfully disregarded
She is the voice of the Maker,
She is the reflection of innocence,

Man suckled on her breast
Gnashed its teeth once he was bred
She cried, she shouted, she moaned
The pain just did not go away
Worst, she could not even complain
All she could do was reconcile
She wiped off her tears, remained silent
"Tribulation was a part of her life" was the comforting note

The chasteness so easily questioned,
The purity so blatantly ignored,
The futile cries, the screeching shouts;
So skillfully disregarded
She is the voice of the Maker,
She is the reflection of innocence,
She is the being we call WOMAN!