I look around
Everything
so calm,perfect
Yet I look inside
And there is a
Woman screaming
Dying to be set free.
Yet I know nothing
She pushes to be
free
But I have her
trapped
But how long
She breaks free
Why must she
Cry like this?
As if someone beating
Her from inside of me
She feels the same
Pain,
And the same
Happiness,
Yet she cries.
She wants to be
Her own being
Not someone trapped
Inside of me.
She prays and begs
That one day
She feel the freedom,
Her heart so longs for,
Will she ever realize
That along with me,
She too will die?
Does she realize
That her pain
Will drive her mad
As well as I?
Poetry By: Mychala Prather