She was strong, independent,
Except when she wasn’t.
She couldn’t bear the thought of being alone,
So she stayed in a loveless marriage,
And prayed to a god she never believed in.

Yes, she was a woman for women.
That was until the polls opened,
And her vote vanished like a whisper in the wind.

She hated men, all of them,
Except the one she raised.
She believed him to be different,
But was he, really?

Hate became her fire,
Her emotions clouded her reason.
Small and tethered to a past that no longer existed,
She never sought the rainbow beyond the storm.

Her name
The very definition of hypocrisy.

But the truth?
She was the loneliest of them all.