To some few, this woman is a valuable being.
She has wisdom and truth, and all the while she is seeing
People mistreat her as though she were an incomplete object,
And because of that her heart has been completely wrecked.
Many have said that a woman scorned is an enemy towards your emotions,
So this woman's opinion towards everything always caused a commotion.
Along she walks on the dock by the side of the shallow bays edge,
Awaiting the moment of when she can take a leap off the ledge.
The respect this woman had for herself has passed on with her recollections.
She falls into the cold, brisk water, with little or no direction.
This woman is awash in a bay of fear and hurt,
All because she was tired of being treated like dirt.
This woman was angry at all of those who treated her with hate,
Perhaps what happened next was supposed to be her fate.
Her feelings were trampled, for she was the object of ridicule.
All her emotions went unnoticed; her life was rather cruel.
The ever-flowing water in the silently sloshing bay
Took her to another place; it took her far away.
The woman reeked harmful, emotional torment
On the others who made her feel imprudent,
For as her body lies on some shore not too far from here,
Her soul has gone off to a better place without shedding a tear.
This woman was scorned by those who knew her best, those who she knew best,
And now she has gone off to her heaven, as many of you have already guessed.