Sarah's Sigh
Opportunities aren’t abound for women like me
My face has been stepped on
My history utterly destroyed
They haven’t fared well
If one can imagine them left in my position at birth
If our lives were switched
They would crumble
Their strength falter
On the other hand,
Living and surviving;
a way of life for me
Ever since I was a darling
The image I impose
Leaves me at every disadvantage
I’m called forenames simply by being
They hate my presence
I’m half human, half worth it
My life never meaning more
I am a representation of disgust
Cruelty is my legacy
I wonder,
When there will be a break in my character
Where I cannot stand it anymore
Cracks creaking up the walls
Landfill wreckage incomplete
And then to my detriment
I cannot speak out
Kick and scream
Because I am just angry
With no true validation
They wave their hand speaking languages
Retelling fluff to percolate me
They use these weapons of choice
To configure my speech
Reality’s animation descends
Into ruined narrative
This owed report of my teachings
No longer distinguished as tragic
But held in vain
Diminished and shattered
My momentum has smashed into the glass ceiling
Many others tried
Warning me to take heed
From such a devastated plot twist
But my voice speaks on
Maybe my image can be one invoked
From bravery