I raised my hand for him knowing I'm someone else meat for a meal. the women inside me wake the humanity curving for a man in need, im not too strong as they kneel but all the packages I have thrown behind my kitchen window don't count me as a woman when im merely also a human 'who needs and for who needs' to raise a hand. if I had strong knees to strike over the peak I would never have thought 'im weak' only if they had thought me that 'women are vital' I would have sharpened my gazes and walked over the peak and thrown a hand over him, save. still, if the world says I can't then lemme die in the name of 'tried' but not of afraid.






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#WritcoStoryPrompt67
An old man was screaming out for help at the top of a hill, you wanted to help him but you're too weak to get to the top. You realized that, if you were to help him, both of you might die. Share your creativity and write down your thoughts.
© darky