A Woman's Cry Poem by Hasina Khan

The lost the damned and the beaten
Bloodshot swollen defeated

These eyes so big so bright
Hiding inside no end in sight

Swift dark demon lays its wretched hand
Still Still silent prayer, a wish or a magic wand

The beaten the damned and the lost
The world cries, stop it now
but man does not hear, the woman shall bow

Shutters closed
Doors bolted

Soft creamy skin once so tender and longed to be touched
To be squeezed and kissed with lips believed to be true
Now riddled with markings from you
Oh man, so strong, so bold, so deceiving

Not a mark nor a bump she shows to the world
Her every whim is for your hearts pleasure
Invissible branding she is yours forever

The book, it told u
man and woman will never be equal
She trusts your words are true
Oh man, you are so right!
Unequal but not for you

Your spawn she squeezed for hours
with a loving tender smile
Your hard hand she accepted
with love that burnt so deep inside

Oh man, so weak, so mean
The scale is uneaven,
come come, lets hear your screams

The wombs have united
Big and small
The world has heard her silent call