The pain will not let her forget
That her essence she could not protect.
Every two minutes she should expect
Violation of the greatest kind
A death of her body and mind.
Her spirit suddenly taken
Cause his humanity forsaken'
A woman's fear come true ,
her anguish he never cared or knew.
My assault is way overdue
For only a small minute few
will escape this demise of the soul,
the separation of a woman whole.
EVERY TWO MINUTES ... A woman knows this death.
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Reviews of "Demise Of A Woman"
Reviewed by Afrika Abney
Reviewed on December 8, 2002
Wow, what an intriguing write, thanks for sharing this piece with us.
Nia, this is a great piece of work. I think this piece has great imagery and it clearly demonstrates the pain many women have gone through. Great work, nice piece for all women!
Reviewed by Lance
Reviewed on November 28, 2002
Nia, great work. It really made me think about the abuses that many women have suffered on the account of men.
Reviewed by Phillip
Reviewed on November 28, 2002
Great work!
Reviewed by Kelli Rivers
Reviewed on November 28, 2002
Very expressive, quite intriguing. I lovee the imagery of this piece.
Reviewed by Diandra
Reviewed on November 28, 2002
Excellent work, wonderful piece!
Reviewed by Sky Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on November 28, 2002
the subject matter is moving
but the rhyme spoils it
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
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but the rhyme spoils it
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