BARREN

Sticks and stones
Could break my bones
As time passes 
Words become harder
Than all the stones 
It breaks me faster than the sticks
I become balloon 
Filled with gas and not love 
A little prick and I am burst 
I am Earth: people walk on my back
And as ocean, people swim in my emotion
Their words bruise my soul 
Just because 
I am a barren woman.