I Was Dead Before Poem by Shireen Ramadan

I was a concubine in the sultan's harim
I was dirt in palates ov eunuchs
I was united in one spell ov chastity
I was on the edge of precipice

I pleased the sultan to eat decay
I cursed a fortress catameniac
I called the wind in seven directions
The horrors ov women cadavers

I'm his gun disease
Upon a crowned head ov torture
I'm a gross injustice
For a black fly concubine

I ate the gore ov eras
I was left behind putrified
They left me behind ignored
The stray abandoned lame

I was told that I'm unglorious
I was stabbed the stepwife victory
They told me that I'm an omen
They told me to die for all

I sought a living on planet
But didn't find except monsters
With all shapes & sizes haunted
They haunted my brain to feed

I was told that my mother erred
Ov breeding me to them
I was told that I'm a mistake
To adore their hated & claim

I was dead in them
I abused their living
I watched them unnecessary
In staleness dreams I was dead before.....