From birth to death
We, women, are invisible
How many times
I've had heard
The total denial of her
With those words
"My father wanted a boy"?
Our running, climbing days
Fighting with the boys
Are cut short by the curse appearance
Suddenly the child looses her freedom
A new identity is forged in order to become a lady
The child disappears under a tight corset of rules
When she marries , the young wife
Looses her identity taking her husband's name
Roles and responsibilities take precedence over her
So much so that in some cases
She loses her career
Her achievements to date count for nothing
She starts anew
From the moment the children are born
She only fulfills her duty
She is a nobody but a mother
When menopause knocks on the door
Accompanied by old age
She becomes completely invisible
Even on her tombstone
The words of daughter, wife, mother
Define her but who was she really
This is the enigma of the invisible woman.
Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment