tire on fire

She was sweet— a girl—
and precious as diamonds or a single pearl,
and she was the gift of heaven
the family (sadly) was given.

As the third female to which her mother gave birth,
there was no place for her on this earth,
and she was still not very old
when they decided she’d be sold

for a piece of land, (they were told),
was worth money or gold.
In her husband’s house,
she was a fearful mouse,

no place to breathe
(just like a slave); she was a threat,
despite it all, she never stopped
keeping others at the top—

she found her place, one day, in the fire,
after her troubles— growing tired.

By Marzila

Photo: REUTERS