Broken Pride

I'm nothing more than I am And less than the beauty you see I've been robbed of my pride My honey pot is broken By the rod of a stranger Someone help me for i'm a broken clay pot my wrapper has fallen in the market square Help me for I do not know where to run to My world is collapsed in the day light It's wall is crumbled before my very own eyes Someone please tell my mother that My beads have fallen into pieces The waist beads which stand for dignity Have been taken from me And never will be returned Someone please tell my father that My breast have been drained of it sweetness Both have been doused by corrupt lips And would never produce holy milk For melons of vinegar is all I have left Someone please tell my husband to-be I'm nothing more than I am And less than the beauty he seeks Beneath that white veil Is a shredded beauty Which glitters with broken smile Not more than a sear rose Covered with broken thorns as beauty Please take me and hold my frail heart with love For I am a woman with a broken pride.