A desire

I was taught to whisper
every word like in a song
but it's ben too long
since I was told "I love you, sister".

And when in spite and grief
they hear me scream
all they can believe
is that it's just a dream.

For why would I
ever care to be listened
or looked in the eye
and therefore being pleased?

They tell me careful I should be
and just shun me away
but they are the ones afraid of me
for I am a woman, I say.

22/07/2017