A poem inspired by Henrik Ibsen’s playwright titled “A Doll’s House, with glimpses of lived experience.
Earth, you wear the housewife’s scar—
An uncanny expression, mirage of wrath.
Your flesh, disowned, cries for help, yet
The Sun will only spin around itself.
All of your concepts, hand-me-downs,
And the sacrifices you disguise as love—
Oh, dim Earth, have you forgotten…
That axis which you call your own?
All of your life, from cage to cages;
It is no surprise you cling to marriage.
How belittle of you, Earth, to forget—
Times are not as in the Victorian Age.

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