A scentless flower
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sanawaq
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement avr. 29, 2016
femalehopeoppressiontrust
Poem on female oppression
(Although i firmly believe that if we follow the proper muslim conduct of life, female oppression won't exist, as islam gives the highest stature to the females of the society, be it in any form)
Just wrote this for a veryyyy dear friend/sister, who means the world to me
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50 chapitres Terminé

I posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample I take a look around and I see not faces but places places were faces are hid hid behind the women wear make-up to fulfill desires of their worth and to fulfill mens' distorted and impure lust the men wear masks of flesh to fulfill their rankings and to fulfill womens' false hopes and distorted dreams oh how the world would look without these masks yet this a dream forever unfilled and placed in hopeless utopian minds yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize make-up is mistake that we try to make up for with more of it yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize masks of flesh is a slash upon our own veins and only digs the hole deeper oh how we perpetuate what we hate most oh how we elevate what we loathe most take off the mask, the unbreakable mask of unbreaking wash off the waterproof make-up, designed to make-up take of the mask, and see the face see a face see your face and see how much you hate it and how much purer, prettier, and how much manlier, magnificent, it is compared to slime you coat your face with compared to lies you smear your face with yet how much better how much safer it is than the safety of the crowd the crowd of the masquerade take it off and take your pride and break it take your hate and burn it hotter and live free-er and with your hate pour it into change change yourself possible this is not to make the genes change but to make the grace change make the grace grow and in it live no matter the strength of the hate

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