Photograph taken by, Theresa Jodray~

Who decided to call us the hag- the over the hill crone
Men get distinguished, then we’re the old bags
Toys left to be alone, good-bye security and home

Why do the things that bring life to this earth?
Later turn on us- leaving our insides empty and hollow
Setting the body in the mud- left for the Raven to swallow

Will we be rewarded for what we went through?
As the man made streets rape, beat and purge
Leaving the open hearts of the child to go unheard

Silently wishing to talk too- our heavenly mother
Wanting to know why the rewards are for the brothers
Leaving alone many old angry mothers

Beaten, disrobed, and disturbed old mothers


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