Is none the same
From the perspective
Of others
Yet they say
Each of us is unique
Each special in her own way
So where do the roads lead
Each path tread
Is different from the other
However,
As the journey unfolds
Pain, tears, violence, abuse, debasement
With words and gestures
Within and without the
Confines of home
As women we see this
In one form or the other
No where to turn
And when courage
Beckons
No support
The uniform every bit the
Monster of a dreadful
Nightmare
Yet a kindly and kindred soul
Keeps the flame burning
Walking a few steps too many
Towards the path
Seeking justice and reprieve
The Judge impartial and unbiased
Or so he is supposed to be
Looks at the petition in disdain
And no different from others
Banishes her back into
The feudal castle
Of pain
An excruciating death sentence
Of Life!
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