Change Is Coming

I met a woman fleeing from the triad. Crossing on a ferry, far from her home She told me of the life she once had. In Bosphorus, struggling to hold on. Her hair was wrapped in a headscarf. Dreamed about the changes coming. with a shy smile and freckles spark the stigma the held began revealing. That bravest of desire to gain freedom. Where family dignity does not agree. That would see her being disowned. Left to live by myself as a divorcee. Urbanize, families struggling to manage. Change is coming by liberal ideas. within the institution of marriage. Even in the vast conservative places. Have Petty old status blowing in the wind. Freedom has a sense of empowerment. Familiar friends are left behind. By subversive acts crossing the continent.