She hums lightly
carrying a tune
loosing herself in the mirages
of notes heaving away
remorse and pained memories.

Her melodies are the
lament of the young girl
within that died the day
he broke her mind,
whipped her body,
and punctured her soul.

Women are not meant to
be make into objects of disparity
but instead
be rejoiced as God's immaculate creations.

Women are not made to be broken.