Bow down in obeisance- shoulders drooping, spirits dissipating,
Sense of self meanders like someone searching his way out of a maze,
Pushed against a fence.
Zig Zag, Zig Zag….
Society’s grisly gaze pierces through her making her gag.
Smile– never sardonic but a generous grin,
Be a ‘good girl’.
Lashing out undeterred is a blasphemy- a sin.
Surrender- you must, your happiness comes last,
A woman is defined by her sacrifices,
Not her sincere intentions or how she has been steadfast.
Pretend- at every step of the way,
It is not terribly taxing to out up a face,
A dainty doll, you must obey.
Reminisce– more than you like to admit,
Of times gone by,
The old tape’s black curls turn and rewind, and you sigh.
There standing in a green garbed land is a little girl,
Untarnished, unscathed and unburdened
by the world’s sinister snarl.
Rewind– travel back to the summery sojourn,
When you could be yourself,
And when your journey had just begun.