Eliza

Eliza

A Poem by janzsuico
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“No women deserves to be disrespected; to be beaten up; to be called b*****s or s***s. Assaulted or insulted. Even if she's a hooker.” ― Imam "Emy" Shah-----

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The morning starts with her evening prayers
Lurid day fills her heart with famish hopes
Black, red, gray spots in every layer
She hides in the shadow, descend and stoop

The unbrush hair stick on wide shoulders
A dull uninteresting looks behold
Her face turns pale and round eyes grow bigger
An expression of a wife's stoic road

Patsy! in a manifold prison
Isolate her soul with blind obedience
Her wounds darn through the years of oblivion
The mind decides to wear out the patience

So his days are through and she weeps in grief
A month of tears for years of joyous gift!

© 2014 janzsuico


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A sad story that happens much too often, so glad you ended this tragic tale on a high note, enjoy'd the read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


janzsuico

10 Years Ago

Thanks Frieda P ... I am glad you read this poem of mine.. thanks a lot
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

My pleasure janzsuico, hit close to home...
this is a very nice lines. very carefully write and i can say you just done it beautifully. love to read it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


janzsuico

10 Years Ago

thanks Ssadd for the comments... very much glad to see it..
Saddam

10 Years Ago

thanks dear...you are welcome.
No one has the right to lift a finger to anyone. The last stanza reminded me of the battered woman syndrome. i commend you for writing this powerful piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


janzsuico

10 Years Ago

Thank you gabrielle for your comment about this poem... Fight for women's right to be treated equall.. read more
gabrielle

10 Years Ago

I think that when a person is being repeatedly physically and psychologically abused, her will to in.. read more
janzsuico

10 Years Ago

this is what reality shows us, the fading rights of women inside the social circle. but i am still h.. read more

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Added on February 3, 2014
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