Women Like Me Poem by Maram al Massri
Women Like Me
Women like me
do not know how to speak.
A word remains in their throats
like a thorn
they choose to swallow.
Women like me
know nothing except weeping,
impossible weeping
suddenly
pouring
like a severed artery.
Women like me
receive blows
and do not dare return them.
They shake with anger,
they subdue it.
Like lions in cages,
women like me
dream . . .
of freedom . . .
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4/28/2024 1:25:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is such a sad poem. I wish I could make it all better for you. All I can say is that nothing lasts forever, not the good and certainly not the bad.......... I always told my children, never give up because something good is just around the next corner. You just have to be determined to be there when the good arrives :)