She Walks Alone …

Scribbled Verse

a protest poster during the struggle against Apartheid in South Africa

She Walks Alone …

she walks alone,
barefoot in the paddies of rice,
breaking her back for some precious grains.

she walks alone,
in jo’burg town, with a black eye,
smacked around by him the previous painful night.

she walks alone,
in the streets of neon hazed manila,
along the pristine hedges of rotten london,


on the crowded pavements of lonesome new delhi,


across the rolling plains of the vast bounteous pampas,


over the winding back-ways of the sloping and grimy favelas,


on the glittering pavements of rich and sweetly-scented jeddah,


through the blindingly false boulevards of that sad los angeles town.

she walks alone,
bearing the burden of mother and daughter,of cook and sweeper and wife and mistress and punching-bag,

she walks alone,

through your streets and mine,
standing up as she is beaten more down,


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