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In
the Name of Allah,
Most
Gracious, Most Merciful
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 vouptuous 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 gaze in utmost respect,
And other 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 prices 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 shhe was transformed,
Into her beautiful self, For only his eyes to
see.
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