A BLADE OF GRASS WOMAN
I am as fragile as a blade of grass,
I bend under the weight of words.
And noone knocks
On my earthly door
Like a man
Like a brother
And look me in the eye.
Nobody wants to walk in my shoes,
And so many leeches suck my blood.
Nobody, not even death.
When I saw my face
in the mirror of dawn,
Unlike me, a blade of grass,
They will never stand tall again