My hair's too long
My skirt's too short
My thoughts are wrong
My rights aren't fought
My days are dark
I'm in a daze
A bruised birthmark
From yesterdays
Gun to my head
Heavy and hard
"Just drive, " he said
"I'll pay by card"
Their hate so ful
It's spilling over
Bright minds cause all
Melanoma
Nicely done, well written with a great rhythm, flow and beat to it. And one to make any reader think about it's haunting message. Thank you Bryony for writing and sharing this.10++ and added to my favourites. Thanks again and take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woah hard hitting strong words poem and I like the vivid imagism of phrasing you express and depict with. Kudos. Pls pleez do review/ comment my newest poem too, titled, 'bullfighters: the bull bullies'