
This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima
A line of blood drawn in the sand.
Poison and fear begin to drip
Over the evil rules you trip
The men stand with guns in hand
Hide you’re not worthy as woman.
Every inch you have ever gained
Wrenched from you, all your freedom drained.
Deserted, left now high and dry
False promises your left to cry.
Lost forever the freedom gained.