Sabtu, 24 Maret 2012

women of the veil



     Her long, thick, shiny black hair
         Fell against her back.
         Her rich, copper skin
        Gleamed in the sunlight.
      Her slender figure outlined,
    With her soft voluptuous curves.
     But when she stepped outside,
 She became a ghostly figure of the night.
      Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
         But she showed them.
     As she walked down the street,
          People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
        And others whispered,
     As she held her head up high,
        With pride in her belief
 And showed them how oppressed she really was!
   While they whistled at their women,
   Looking them up and down as they were 
    pieces of meat to be inspected?
      She pitied their savage ways.
       As she walked into the arms of 
            her partner,
            Her only love,
            Her husband.
      Where she was transformed,
       Into her beautiful self,
       For only his eyes to see.

by Hena Farooq

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