dignity
By voxbox vacancy •
she is dominant
inside of her little world
all she knows
is all that she has ever known
her beauty remains covered
by the laws of men
a ring on her finger
a tear on her cheek
this life should be good enough.
dissatisfaction
must have been misplaced
not now, not here
not with so much to hide behind
it takes a powerful hand
to breathe life into the lifeless
with no real regard
to such eternal consequences
what she breeds is worthless
the sighs she breathed were silent
maybe, in this native soil
that she kneeds with nimble hands,
she will find her place
and regain what is left
of her frail dignity
though her abilities are claimed
with her words, not her actions
in this world,
this little place where she belongs
her words mean nothing