Creatures of Eden
We easily forget there’s a world outside ourselves,
We feel that it is easy to say “no” when things don’t go our way.
But for some women, things have been awry for thousands of years before her days.
Scarred and torn, scared and left worse for wear,
No one gives her half a stare, or even a quick glance letting her know they secretly care.
No one cares of her worries or fears, nor looks closely to find her sweat mixed with hot tears.
For them her dreams are playthings, her worries not real,
No one cares that her wounds do not heal.
Some fight caste systems with all their might,
But they forget the caste systems of the mind.
In their silence they bear great burdens,
Their maiden voyage made in the Garden of Good and Evil.
How quickly time has forgotten these are really winged creatures of Eden.
* Dedicated to women across religious and cultural boundaries, who continue to suffer abuse and violence.