There it is !
the sound of her back struggling with the ground !
tears that can't find a way to escape the pain
innocent steps wondering
what happened to that friendly voice calling her "edo"
pinched to the ground
They spread her wings
exposing her naivety
while the old rusty knife narrating the stories of glory
listing her with blood in the senseless world
Where as they claim
No profanity or shame !
but the little girl is still stubborn
still fighting for the taste of life
reaching out to her mum
with remnant of breaths
trying to scream,
but mum is there to redeem
singing ! :
"oh sleep baby girl sleep ,
tomorrow is pure and sweet !
dancing with wolves aint an easy game
so stop looking at ur feet
and remember tomorrow is a feast
and all of that for a scanty price
drops of blood and piece of meat
so sleep , baby girl sleep !!"
and who knows what else !
like a wounded gazelle
she stands up
walks with trembling steps
in a life she will never taste
in a path she never chose
and with a sad look , she nods her head
trying to understand
the voices coming from the book of Pharaohs
telling her that she earned the title
SHE IS A LADY !
Ismail A. Ali
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