ClichéA Poem by Ahena MK"A women's place is at home"Dreams, are what fill her empty nights Nights which would otherwise have no life The dream to work, Dream to travel, Dream to see the world But stuck in here she is, Bound in cement and bricks With curtains shading every ray of hope But still some enter from deep beneath With the radio her only companion As she waits for her children The cliché of life has dug deep beneath Deep in her soul for being what she is, A woman But she shall fight For her daughter shouldn’t….. © 2014 Ahena MKReviews
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