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

nite.

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, & 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, lookin them up & down as if

they were pieces of meat to be inspected?

She pitied their savage ways.

As she walked in to the arms of her partner, Her only luv, Her

husband.

where she was transformed in to her beautiful self,

for only his eyes to see.