I am just a doll of rags <br />And I am torn and sewn <br />For future children just a bag <br />And needless parts are pruned. <br /> <br />The firstborn sin I am still rubbing <br />From my forehead off <br />In land of man I’m meant for stubbing <br />Cause men are from above. <br /> <br />I hide my freedom and my beauty <br />Under veils and headkerchief <br />Virtue is my real duty <br />Men are virtue thieves <br /> <br />Vanity is kept away <br />From my shallow mind <br />All I do is to obey <br />Always low and kind. <br /> <br />My husband is a god on earth <br />He can beat and kill <br />And there’s no chance for new rebirth <br />Cause this is Allah’s will. <br /> <br />And this rag doll could not complain <br />Cause she lives perfect well <br />If death is all that has remained <br />She has a place in hell.<br /><br />Tanya Ivanova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rag-doll-13/
