My eyes are coated my
heart is silent yet the echo is deafening
My body is battered my
soul is suppressed yet I survive to tell my ordeal
I look for answers…I
find none…as to why I was, still am invariably the martyred victim
Why am I violated, why
am I traded, why am I killed…a ‘why’ that has haunted me for centuries
Is it the female
structure blessed to give birth or is it the bosom from where flows the
fountain of love that arouses a beast in him
Why the enigma of
being worshiped in contour yet abused in sensibility
My search for identity
unravels my perilous journey which is fraught with his atrocities
He is mine…my flesh and
blood, a fact he couldn't realize
I live, slaving away my
visibly invisible role with a cosmic curse when it will be just him!
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