|Five feet away from me
is the door to freedom
is liberty mocking me?
as I sit shackled by patriarchdom.
Nearest to me is my dignity
shackled too by the chains of misery
he is still but suffers
as the titanium chains burn
I am forced to watch in distress
baring witness to this adversity.
Tears begin to well
as I sit and muse over
on my abandoned self-hood
I was blinded by my own distinct image
in the absence of greater good.
A voice enters the darkness
"you cunning disobedient queen"
his voice echoed with such sharpness
my body heated like a diathermy machine.
I soon became drenched in fear
and filled with contempt
with my dignity lying near
I begin to beg God; for the need to repent.
I fell to my knees
I inhaled the smell of burnt papyrus
and the overpowering scent of a degenerative disease
My God please!