Summer’s Eve

A poem for Literature about female empowerment, definatley not my best, but it was last minute and will do.

Since birth she was lost in translation

Every word out of her mouth went under manipulation

Wrapped in a soft pink blanket

Quilted yet loosely knit

It was about what he said

But what she said unraveled the last thread

Her throat strained from silencing screams

So sore and raw couldn’t even be soothed with vanilla ice cream

It would melt together with her blood

Create a thick pink elixir

And would flood her room

and leak onto the floor

And out the door

And drown the world with her cloying words

Too warm and sweet even for humming birds
It was melted by the vengeful heat

at first thought to be a shallow pool

of watery defeat.

Reduced to being another daughter

She stopped swimming

now knowing she too could walk on water


Published in: on February 7, 2011 at 8:28 am  Leave a Comment  

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