She died
She died from being
dragged down and sat upon
by un-evolved women
posing as sisters and friends.
She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful,
just to have a man around the house.
She died from
sacrificing herself for everybody
and everything
when what she really wanted to do was to be magnificent.
She died from lies of omission
because she didn’t want to bring others down
Wow, Mercy, you really reached into my heart with this poem and revealed a sad truth. It made me think of my own dear mother who sacrificed so much for others only to be deceived and disrespected. There’s a bit of every woman’s experience in the words in your poem.
Thanks Jenny,I am glad you can relate to this poem.
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Thank Kuliner for reading.Hope to hear more often from you