Women And Their Roles

I rolled through my adolescence, smoothened with Care; turning me in to a brave lady;

A lady who conversed through a rubric, marvelled through the stones of history;

What, I needed, and what I ruminated,

A senora, bustling from the gusty waves,

To aver the doom; to avow the geniture aches of a country.

With the demise and obligations, with diminution of arms and authority;

Our life altered;

The world, cracked form the gusty waves, shuddered and broke like bottle bits on stone, pulling the tiny granules of my ear.

Twenty years of I am now, climbed at the 4th stair of Shakespeare stage,

Still!!!

Waiting for people to know me as,

Be that as it may, to persuade to snatch what kin reckons, and;

To reckon what nobody else has thought of,

A name so UNKNOWN, started to shape its glory,

Begins with cherishing the moment; and started writing sonnets,

After all, for me,

The windows of history and success, for example, we are the regions, not free.

The world isn't open, YET!

That interminable space of the vacancy peeling the reminiscence, more regrettable, more tough, than a falsehood.