That woman you see walking on the street
Her burden is more than just what you see
her carry
She must brace the cold harsh winters
And survive the gruelling heat
While she tends to the cattle
She must feed her children
The strong scent of sweat and cow dung encase
her
By the end of the day
A layer of dust sheathes her body
Every morning
She wakes before the birds
Cleans herself of yesterday’s grit
Runs a comb through her ink black tresses
Laces her hair with jasmine flowers
Says her daily prayers
Then she must help her husband with the
crop
He thanks her in the evening
By coming home intoxicated
She must muffle her cries while she is
beaten
To protect her innocent children from the
truth
At nights she cannot sleep
Her body is exhausted
But her mind keeps working
The floor absorbs her silent tears
The only comfort she has
Is the promise of another day
She pulls through hoping
That with the sun
Will come a new era
A new dawn
That will bring change
That woman you see on the street has a
story
You can see it,
In the wrinkles on her face
The roughness of her hands
The slight gleem in her eyes
You just have to look deep
And you will see
That the woman on the street isn’t ordinary
She is extraordinary.
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