A Voice Unheard

February 22, 2018
By Brooklynbyler BRONZE, Goshen, Indiana
Brooklynbyler BRONZE, Goshen, Indiana
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I’ve screamed out my lungs

Buried 4 feet in the ground
They can see me; they’re staring
But no one hears a sound
He shoved me and undressed me
And took away my freedom
He beat me and bruised me

And then the law freed him

If a man steals rials they’ll cut off his hand
But a man stole my body
And I am condemned
The crowd they throw stones
While they call me names
My family ashamed
Holding my breath through each sharp pain
Here lies my broken heart
And a pile of rocks to my neck
A voice unheard
An acceptable theft

The author's comments:

I wrote this poem for my social injustice project on gender equality in the middle east. This is a poem about the perspective of a woman that was raped. She is not believed by the Iranian government.  She struggles because she is hurt from what has happened but she will also be stoned because she was falsely convicted of adultery.

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Nana B said...
on Mar. 2 at 9:01 am
Wonderful insight and compassion are expressed through this viewpoint.

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