Your clear black eyes lined in khol and shadowed in colors above the darkened stretched lashes only emmit a cherry pride...
Your golden blonzed cheeks only flash the camera- joyous smiles...
Your conventional chit chats only tell the very same goals...
Your daily life routines only move towards the very same target...
Your gorgious bulky dressing only gives an assumption of abundance...
But when i look into those confident eyes i see the pain beneath...
When i wander lower to those cheeks i see a million flakes of grieve fused to give that suicidal smiles...
When i listen to your chit chats i hear the goals concealed...
When i watch you walk on your single traffic lane i feel the gravity pulling you on it...
When i see your perfectly clustered veil i know the abundance of depravity, depression, the helpless sensitivity of hopelesness that is hidden beneath the veil, above the strangling glittering necklace, over to the heaviness of the burdenous heads tied in scarves as our intellect and reasoning and below is the suffocating wrappers or skirts, all that identifies us as the vulnarable oppressed object they call princess
But i only see it because im one of you ...
And i only tell it because the calf in me is silenced and the wolf in me is roaring but the calf in you is playing while the wolf in you is silent...
I see each single pain is Beneath....
Then i see a story of reluctance...
And a story of resilliance...
I smell a war...
I taste conquest...
