My body and soul has repeatedly been used, abused, <br />and thrown away as trash. <br />On that far corner, She cries softly over my ruined body, <br />not knowing that, I also bleed in pain. <br /> <br />He looks at me as a shame and curses the fate, <br />not knowing that I am also drowned in eccentricity and humiliation. <br />Sinners appreciate me, <br />People spit on me and whisper evil from one ear to another <br />“Oh she is that bad woman” <br />“Oh that woman with no dignity” <br />not knowing that their own daughters did the same. <br /> <br />So why do you call me a Woman? <br />Why do you call me your mother, daughter or sister? <br />When you cannot treat me like one. <br />When you cannot give me the love and respect I yearn. <br />When I will always be nothing: but an article of trade!<br /><br />Shamin Bashir Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-an-article-of-trade/
