Why?

The great fear is none then to 

Such intensity than

Forfeiting the feminine gender

Of their rights

To question,

Be accountable

And held in nearly equivalent

To that of their other half

Though she sleeves in a scorching

Sun gathering of her field,

Having her ear echo of the nuisance

Of settling in spoils

Has she got a voice to agitate,

Clinch, her tongue hangs 

She builds her home

Through the hades and shades

The transition of pain and anxiety

Bent on a belly as in her labour

She asks for none than

The home she delights

Why her? Who shall quiet her disquiet?

When question?

She echoes her identity;

Why? 'I am a woman'

She masters her strength

In adversity.