WHO SHE IS?

Muddled mind,empty hands,numbed body and stormy heart was all she walked with.

Amidst undaunted paths,dimmed lights,honking cars,she walked as a lone traveler.

Asking herself,

For who is she.

For why is she seen with reddened eyes.

For why is she shooed away from wherever she goes.

For why is she maltreated by all around her.

For why are other women asked to stay away from her,by their husbands.

For why are daughters not given her examples by their fathers.

For why has she no right to live life credulously.

For why was she not given a toy to play with but was played as a toy.

For why ain't her body be traded off for her talent.

For why doesn't her work earn her a stature.

Too many trumpets to beat the turbulences but none to cool them down.

For there is none to value her dove's heart in raven.

For there is none to tend to her scars.

For there is none to heal her bruises and hold her hand.

For there is non for her, NONE.

Every other person is there to uproot her,

For she is a WHORE!