Am I a Conniver?

For so I am a woman
All fingers are pointing at me
All eyes are fixating on me
All verdicts are going against me
For what reason ever be
Who has the right?
Who has the right to think that way?
My question is yet to answer
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For so I am a woman
It’s like a stigma
I am viewed like a rotten apple
A libertine, thinking by many
For what so ever reason
Who has the right?
Who has the right to feel that way?
My question is yet to answer.
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Indeed I am a woman
I am perturbed,
Prosecuted,
laughed at,
Damaged,
Minimized,
Pushed aside,
I long carry the world's burdens on my back.
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For all I know
I am a woman
From Eve
Pass down the curse
Begins far, so far back
In the ancient epoch
Time of B.C.
When the pleasing to the eyes fruit got bitten
Then sins take nascence
I come to be the conniver
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Alright I am a woman
Through childbirth
I hollow
I agonize
I encounter,
Pain beyond the word imagination
I pay my penance
Am I still a conniver?
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He the superior of all lawyers
He makes all the laws
And he who has the right
To give all the rights;
Has already given me,
My rights
I am a woman
I am at my own free will.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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