A poem inspired by Henrik Ibsen’s playwright titled “A Doll’s House.”
Earth, you wear the housewife’s scar—
An uncanny expression; mirror of wrath.
Your flesh, disowned, cries for help, yet
The Sun will only spin around itself.
Your concepts; hand-me-downs,
And sacrifices disguised as love—
Oh, silly Earth, have you forgotten…
That axis which you call your own?
All your life, boxed and caged;
Unsurprisingly clinging to marriage.
How silly of you, Earth, to forget—
Long gone is the Victorian Age.

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