No more the woman

She doesn’t live here.

No more the woman

bent over backwards,

accommodating the unaccountable

supporting the spineless,

enhancing the unchangeable

world of another.

Her bags filled

with the compromises

and injustice of the unworthy.

She leaves,

bidding farewell

to unreconciled promises

written by the illiterate.


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