Scarlet
A lovely voluptuous oriental maid
Dark and beautiful her luscious mane
Strange dark eyes held a magnetic pull
Ivory skin gleamed from within
Fell for a high ranking man of God
Used and rebuked in disarray she collapsed
Hated by women and shamed by men
Vowed to gather her ever falling name
Proud she stood in all that dirt
Able and strong in her inner strength
A glorious transformation, rich and luxuriant
Gushed into the sunshine of freedom
Her marble coolness and hidden passions
Raised her status from a fallen woman
With kindness and an ever loving heart
This immortal flower in the world of sin
Wild and wilful, and abundantly sweet
A Goddess or Saint or a demon’s offspring
Proved the might of a woman scorched
By leading a life of her own creation
Leaving behind heartprints of kindness
And courage to stand alone and stop abuse
By-Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Tell Her Story’ contest
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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