Cursed

I

Brows beaten and hard, her hallow eyes mirror a soul
Lost in an endless tragedy of time
Mind drifting back to her dreams, the haven of her youth
She stares at the last streak of light
The thunder of laughter and scorns roaring
Inside and out of the empty room
The darkened arena of wine where in hunger she moves
Indifferent to life around her, the rhythm of lust goes
As she beats the music of every life strand lost.

II

Unmindful of the narrow glances measuring her brilliance
She worked in a field where cards were
laid for all to play. She took the step to recreate
A dream to live with chains unbound
In exchange for her struggle and best a chance for life
To prove her worth, to move in equal space
When her devotion was high, her hopes all laid
She was slapped & pushed back by some high wind
Because she belongs to home, the world not hers

III

Left standing on the lower scale of an earth
commanded by her sons. Her body housed
A thousand souls who depended upon her strength
Yet outcasted, cursed and enslaved by the same creatures
Who touched her breasts & tore her apart
Hers was the spell that shaped the trade
Where she was puppet of the limelights, muse of the art
As shadows lusted upon her body as she stood
Naked in the sun’s terrifying gaze.

III

Centuries had passed, the walls of her prison drained
The strength of the eyes that had once held a promise
The winds had changed course, a season was coming
Yet there she stood in the cradle of her gallows
A martyr of deception, a lamb to the slaughter
She was cursed, the bible says so
For she was Eve and a serpent is her conspirator
She was to lead a life of chains, a slave to the master
A soul to haunt the corners of the earth.

IV

In a world where justice is the language of her lords
Her rights defined in a book everyone can read
but none has understood.
Her picture of life and freedom set apart and torn
By some stronger hands who call her weak
She was man unfinished.
Made to serve the master, a fruit of her womb.
So she goes with little strength
Stripped and violated, a friend to nobody
Tormented by the hard blows of the ruthless wind.

V

Humanity humiliated, scorned and beaten
By the hands of a creature who calls himself strong
Who calls her comrade, yet throws stones upon her face
Her hands calloused by years of work and pain
A fountain of rage and age, where she was made to cry and be meek
For silence was her glory and tears a life
To stay creeping and quenching
Yet she took the blows and scorns for people say so
That she was a woman, and she was cursed.