Woman

Woman:

      Without education.

I am confided to a small scale…

Only befitting to my overflowing dreams

I am stripped naked… Bare

I am unarmed, against unmatched forces

Threatening mass distraction in the economic battlefield…

The Prize, in its simple forms is remaining relevant!

Against an unstoppable variable that never stops

I am literature, with no connotations nor irony,

No one bothers to publish me.

I am language without words…

I carry no meaning in my message

I am a tree without roots…

Only kept by the ever retracting friend…

Rain in fear, exposes my nature… uprooted,

Carried away with tides when the ground I solely leaned on,

Disappeared with every whip from the generous rain.

I am nothing confided to a small scale over flowing with dreams…

 I am a graveyard… a pure garden of dead dreams.

I am a king, with no throne…

Merely a commoner in my kingdom…

 I am Rapazel, without her magical hair,

 I am Cleopatra without her beauty and charm.

  I am nobody without education.