Smother

Lost beneath the sheets Her face is a forgotten one Chewed out by the rest of her It sits untouched and tired Forlorn and ever so wizened It is smarter than her heart Her face sees more than love The emotion so many use To justify their wrongs And their warped perception Of the life all of humanity Must learn to equally share But still it does not have Even the slightest say In the politics of today Because of where it is stuck Along with her brain, buried Deep beneath the sheets She cannot see it when It is so well attached to her And to leave her sanctuary Would be her greatest sin There is not a mirror to lend In this land she is imprisoned by Trapped beneath a man Who will only claim to love her Hoping to keep only what he needs