Tuesday, July 28, 2009

WHO AM I?

I am a woman,
I am a mother,
I am somebody’s lover.

Society defines me,
Culture controls me,
Nature nurtures me.

My body is not my own,
My heart is for everybody to own,
My soul is torn between both worlds.

I strive for perfection,
Through imperfection,
The sands of time,
Engrained in me.

I loose a part of me,
Every month,
What God gave me,
Goes back to the ground.

I belong to everybody,
Yet to nobody,
I am not my own,
From the moment I was born.

© thelma migue, 2009

3 comments:

  1. GReat piece this one. I can't seem to find the right to describe it exactly. Good work..

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  2. Thank you James. One day I will tell you how the inspiration came. I haven't had that for a while.

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  3. Great poetry Thelma, I will show your work to my friends and family.
    Love u, Auntie Y.

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