40. Poverty Of The Whipped Dog
This was the way I liked it,
the way I knew it.
You walk with your head down
or with your eyes lowered.
Not woman enough
to give the world a look in.
This is the result of long term poverty.
This loss of self respect.
Too downhearted to receive the daylight
The morning used to be my favourite time.
The worst thing you could do for me now
Is to pretend to care.
Take your bullshit home,
don't rub it into me.
I'm not the woman you used to know.
I clear my throat of nerves & coughs
everytime someone walks past,
I step out of their way.
I am lame, a whipped dog.
Someone will feel the need to kick me.
But I bite back. |
