DEATHS FRAGRANCE

Look into my eyes, do you see me?

Look through my sight, black my vision

Hear the silence I scream, soundless

Ponder the tears, the dreams, purposeless

Freedom I attempt to reach, weakly fades

Choice I endeavour, renders me worthless

Vision cast away not mine to visualise

My worth, his property, self exempt

Beside me, my owner, I’m not my own

Master in front, following, I’m never alone

My rights are his to exhume, unearth

My mind articulates no will, his worth

Bury me in life, I’m dead inside, weeping

Deep in darkness I’m covered unseen

Beatings my teacher, bruises my adornment

Demands of nudity, violently decorated

Enslaved in invisible chains, liberty my foe

Woeful waters spiral me down, oblivion deep

Absent to the outside world, abandoned

Nothing, no one, an abyss I drown, omitted

Birthed in oppression, wrapped in dismay

Clothed in jeering rags, robed in anguish

Hourly I perish, tears draping like incense

Daily I die, devouring deaths fragrance

Salwa Samra © 2017 

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Dedicated to Saudi Arabian women who are suffering under Islam.