Women Walk Like The Dead

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I am back with yet another poetry. It's called 'Women Walk Like The Dead' and why do they walk like the dead, you ask me? Read this poem I have just come in to drop here. In honor of the Women's History Month, I am going to post more and more about women and womanhood. So, take a seat and enjoy the ride. 

Here you go, read the poem below! 

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Women Walk Like The Dead

I wonder,
why women walked like the dead,
their eyes the colour of bright red?

What happened to them is a mystery,
not impossible to solve of their shredded tapestry.

They spent their lives writing letters to their beloved,
who made them feel miserable for demanding to be loved.

They cried rivers for the Romeo,
who's only intention was not to stay with his beau.

They have been bruised and cursed,
for the war they never wanted.

They have been through years of violation,
'cause they dared to demand to be treated like a human.

They push life out of their bodies,
for the ones who have them under their spells.

Women can make and break lives,
till their souls turn deep blue and
it starts to bleed in crimson red.

We are the witnesses of the
men who turn women into witches,
men who turn the sane ones into the mad ones.

No wonder,
why women always walk like the dead,
their eyes the colour of bright red.

No wonder why I have seen them
flying as ghosts over the graves of the most wicked men.

-Some Fries, Some Poetry

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