Chola. Poem by Cay Rose

One thing you'd think you'll never see is a chola down on her knees praying God answers her plee; wishing she could be free.
She doesn't want to go but she is ready to die she says as she sighs;
wipes a tear from her sorrowful eyes.

She has finally swallowed her pride and
realized she can not break free from her angry life and
escape the knife on her own. She's been shamed; kicked out of her home so,

where is the young rebel to go?
One thing you'd think you'll never see is a chola down on her knees praying God answers her plee; wishing she could be free...
But I have seen this sight in the dark of night for I was looking in my mirror.