Condemned

"I must cast a crevice upon my chest, Rip the cavity which protects my. . . Beating heart." We are born in the cruelest world, Through the womb of Natural Traitors, Condemned to suffer, to love. . . And if I one day will bring a man To take their first breath, From another man who will be My death. . . Condemned I am as well. Even if betrayal has been washed away, From our veins, We must still die from its poison. He made us from his ribs, Now we make them from our blood. And what in return shall we receive, Other than tears caused by our Senseless love. . . Women, women, women. . . we are, Born from the love of our mothers Towards a man. . . Taught to love another, suffer. And from the tears a child is born, But the struggle is worth more than Our ability to love purely. . . So we love for eternity. . . Never expecting, always waiting.