Mommy Why

Mommy,
why am I left alone?
No home in the land we strove
to fit into a culture made by men.

We tried to get by,
in a land they designed
where submission is sublime;
    anything otherwise,
    death;
       honor killings,
       and the vultures dine.

I lay in your outline,
on your gravesite,
inside your womb
where I cry.
Day by day I die
    - the light no longer shines.

Mommy, why?
Your only crime
was that you tried,
living your life
loving me.

Mommy,
the day you died
I crawled up inside
and died.

Now, upon your grave site I will lie.

Mommy Why by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse