
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.
Sep 01, 2021 @ 18:42:34
Shivers down my spine, Sis 💜
Sep 02, 2021 @ 06:16:49
Such a sad situation. 💜
Sep 02, 2021 @ 20:00:07
💜💜💜
Sep 02, 2021 @ 18:41:13
Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
Sep 02, 2021 @ 19:04:47
Thank you 💜
Sep 02, 2021 @ 19:31:27
Thank you for beeing again part on this very interesting challenge, Willow! I hope all is well, and you are enjoying the week. xx Michael
Sep 02, 2021 @ 19:56:01
Ido love the décima form of poetry💜
Sep 02, 2021 @ 21:13:32
It sounds nice. Sometimes i have to go closer to all the metrics. xx
Sep 02, 2021 @ 21:18:25
Yes do try
Sep 07, 2021 @ 04:27:46
A powerful poem, and sadly, very true.
Sep 07, 2021 @ 05:05:46
Sadly I believe it is Robbie 💜