I saw her

When I saw her trudging along the dirt road,
I wanted to call through that sea
Of minimum wages, abusive husbands
unpaid welfare
I wanted to run through the sand dunes
of her pain
of her hurt
of childbirth unfathered
undelivered promises
and a neglected spirit
I wanted to swim along the coasts
Of her betrayal
stolen opportunities
of silent gods
and a butchered womb
I wanted to cut through it all
So that rather than trudge she would fly
She would soar above it
That she would soar above these chains
these shackles that kept her down
Shackles that shoved her down
But it was too deep and too far,
The more I ran,
I found I fell between cracks of pain.
The more I swam,
I sank beneath the weeds of self-loathing
and the sickly disease of unprotected lusts.
And even when I looked away at her defeat.
I could still see her sinking under it all.

Author: Iwalewa

Well, I've always had a passion for writing. I would describe myself as a feminist, a womanist and a humanist. Poetry is something I've developed a great passion for. Apart from that, I also spend time reading...although this might make me come about sounding like an introvert, I still like to think of myself as an extrovert! I love making new friends and meeting new people. I hope this blog allows others to share and enjoy my work and hopefully share their views and opinions about various issues :)

2 thoughts on “I saw her”

    1. I am humbled, honestly I am. Thank you sooo much for reading and encouraging me! It often feels like no one actually notices the work you post, so thanks for taking time out to comment 🙂

      Appreciate it!

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