Melancholy Epistolary
(Gender Equality)
Labiano, Janedelle Joy A.
We have endure the hollow source in thee
Deciphering the foreign code of words,
They do not adhere, delight thy terms of she
As prayers, we speak mount of poison herds,
Divine lamentation does not coerce
For they have forsaken my formations
Of frugality, love, and exchange force
Appraisal skeptic of the sick notions.
So all that is left, from false prophecies,
Remains the stagnant and froze thee body;
And, coil the self from pseudo fallacies,
Broken dreams speculate something knotty.
They wince, in disgrace of honor and light,