A Woman’s World


She clutches her bag tightly,
her eyes never leaving the floor;
a tired sigh as the leaves crackle,
under feet, achingly sore

Returning from a stressful job,
she realizes she’s in no hurry,
After all, what she does at home,
is feed her constant worry

A devoted wife to a drunkard,
His abuses, she must bear,
For the sake of her little ones,
to leave him, she doesn’t dare

Her fingers on the doorbell,
she braces herself for what’s in store,
Dirty dishes in the sink,
and clothes scattered on the floor

Sighing, she picks up her wailing son,
and kisses her daughter’s bandaged knee,
she knows as long as she is a woman,
she’ll never be completely free.

This is an entry for the FEMFLASH 2013 writing competition from Mookychick Online. Enter now.


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