Like a star slowly ceasing to exist
My voice is finally reaching your deaf ears
My requests are being registered
In the filing cabinets of your negligence
The asking, the begging, the imploring:
For the sake of God, the sake of the Last day
At the expense of your Grave
My rights, my needs, my unrequited love…

You kept me tethered by force to domesticity
And honour and shame.

But now you’re listening, are you?
Now you hear me, do you?
Lately, I’ve been on your mind…
for all the wrong reasons.

Too late.

Too little.

Too tokenistic.