Woman Or Not
Her black veil hides her crying eyes. A suicide bomb goes off, her child dies. She longs to hold back the tears but her shattered spirit cries. She's just a human being. Her life has meaning. Can't you see, her voice screaming and her heart bleeding ? Her freedom is oppressed underneath her dress. As you spit on the woman with the veil, be mindful she is frail. Her crying eyes weep and her life is stark and bleak. When it comes down to hatred, we are the first to speak. How could we be such creeps? After all, she is just a woman hidden under a veil. And who are we?
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