The lash landed on her bared back,
rupturing the fragile scarred skin
and ruby red droplets scattered
across until they formed flowing
in
rivulets
————
Each stroke shook her heart as
it tried to cope with blood loss,
and pain, and shame, and anger,
at abusive laws set to break
her
spirit.
—————-
Collapsing into a bloodied heap,
her hair coated red, and the marks
of many crosses on her battered
back; she prays for the dignity of
dear
death.
——–
They will treat her unjustly inflicted
wounds. They will get her back on
her feet, and then they will punish
her again for nothing more than she
is
feminine.
————
He looks and hates the desire that
he feels. The lash has become his
lust, and anger, that a female has
stood up to the misogynistic male
self-centred
values.
——-
What has brought women so low
that they feed on a male’s unsub-
stantiated flow and subverted praise?
The answer is that they have always been
macho
moulded
———
So, womanhood is to nurture not the
male’s domination, for that is corrupting,
but themselves and as they grow and
fight for their freedom to be, they’ll
free
humanity.
—————–
Each society is builded on blocks of virility,
each fails and blames their helpmeet and
violates her and so nations collapse and
their hope for the future, their very children
die
hungry.
