Her
The oppressed woman growing up in a male dominated society.
You are her
Born in a regime
A follower
A loyal prisoner
Every piece of bread
You swallowed
You thanked him
As if it were not your birthright
The air you breathe
A gift from him
The virgin damsel
As how you should be
You rest on a pedestal
Adorned in gold and silk
Diamonds and glory
Desires tucked away neatly
Under your palate
Frowning
Frowned upon
You look prettier
When you smile
The matronly dame
Garnishing yourself
Orange and Oudh
You look in the mirror
Devoid of a face
Yearning
How you will die
Drained of all dread for
How you will die in
Someone else’s bed
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