Prayer

I shall never lie,
Like a dead pigeon,
Shamelessly, not cooing away,
Not being heard, or being told
To keep shut.

I shall never arrive
Like an empty battleship
Bringing home numerous
Flawed questions and
Sailors,
Half dead, more wounded
Within me.

I shant ever tick endlessy
Like an hour needle,
Often stuck, mostly
Repeating insanity
By definition,
In an endless cycle.

Never will I bear any atrocity,
Never shall I fear a man,
Never could I live in doubt

Bound by nothing, I shall be
And if someone did question

'Woman, whose injustice? What for?'

I shall utter,

'It's none of your business
I'm not here to fight you.'