WOMAN by Anastasia Velounias

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Woman

 

A sequence by Anastasia Velounias

 

 

 

Woman

 

Caged like a bird-

Oh Maya, it is still so blurred

 

We have the racism, fascism,

Communism, cynicism, criticism,

The barbarism, elitism,

The narcissism and the Darwinism

 

Oh Maya, your lyricism

Still sings with humanism,

 

Oh Maya, sing like a caged bird once more,

Will you please?

 

 

 

Woman

 

There is beauty in my pain,

There are scars left to heal

 

But the scope of happiness widened

And the meaning of life ripened.

 

 

 

Woman

 

I live to die,

You will live to see,

 

My no is not a yes,

Your ignorance is not in jest.

 

 

 

Woman

 

This country breeds men as dogs,

Barking and barking,

Waiting for their next attack.

 

But domestic abuse is expected, don’t you see?

This country breeds men as dogs,

It breeds women as subservient wrongs,

Living how we ought to be

Don’t you see?

 

 

 

Woman

 

I am a punching bag

But I do not bleed

And I do not succeed

 

As a woman who is

a punching bag

who only bleeds

and cries in disbelief

 

At women so cruel,

To let this be.

 

 

 

Woman

 

Dance to my tune,

I will make you forever weep and swoon.

 

The Pied Piper of Hamelin now resides at your jest,

‘Tis clear’ the women use to cry at their very best.

 

Oh- how little did they know,

Oh- when all we do is die slow.

 

Sing with me and dance to my flute,

I will make you flutter, you dirty brute.

 

 

 

Woman

 

I am a prisoner

Chained to your feet

I am your listener

But pray for me- give me fleet.

 

I am a pet

On a tightened leash

I am in your debt

But pray for me-let me unleash.

 

I am your wife

Bound for life

Death do us part

Because of a bleeding heart.

 

 

 

Woman

 

Feel empowered they said

When those people have bled

 

The double-edged sword they said

When those people were hanging on by a thread

 

Our time will come they said

When those people said this infection has yet to spread

 

What can they do they said

Either get wed or dead.

 

 

 

Woman

 

Hustling like a fraud

Waiting for my big applaud

Cooking up a storm

Receiving all the scorn

Nursing like Nightingale

Reading a bedtime story tale

Cleaning all the crevices

Scrapes, cuts and all the blemishes

Dressing up in couture

Acting so very demure 

Hustling like a fraud

Waiting for my big applaud.

 

 

 

 

23 June 2021