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Notes on how to identify an oppressed woman

An oppressed woman looks beautiful to the eyes of its predator.
She has the most perfect face one can ever imagine.
In her eyes, she wears fear. She masks it with kohl.
Her nose is held high, lest someone suspects.
Her mouth is gagged. She never wails or attracts attention.
Her body is marked, ridiculed and trampled upon.
In the most remote corner of her heart, she has buried all her dreams and desires.

She has lost hope, faith and soul.


Enchantress said…

wish I could tell her that you are Beautiful and You too can roar like a Lion
IceMaiden said…
This was powerful, in a sad, quiet kind of way. Good writing, Anwesa. :)

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