Is A Woman Sinner?
Is A Woman Sinner?


A Woman's Silent Cry
I wrote a poem of her soul,
The day our fates entwined.
She wore a mask of fleeting joy,
Yet shadows veiled her mind.
Her heart was drenched in silent tears,
A burdened soul she bore.
Yet she smiled, for she had to—
A little child she swore to adore.
But deep within, her spirit wept,
A whisper lost in the wind:
"Why was I born a woman?"
"Why is respect so thin?"
I pondered—was this world divine?
Or shaped by cruel command?
Why must she kneel beneath the weight
Of chains she never planned?
I know not of heaven's decree,
But this world—this world I see.
Where God made man and woman whole,
Yet shackles bind her free-born soul.
She longed for rest, a final peace,
Yet fate forbade her flight.
For in her darkest, deepest grief,
A child's face gleamed with light.
Is it a sin to be a woman?
If every heart must break and sigh—
"Why was I born a woman?"
What shall become of life thereby?