yet to title.

Her body covered from head to toe,

Your minds busy deciphering why?

But that you shall come to know.

You’re wishing she would reveal her,

Legs; chest;

Waist.

Maybe your eyes could filch a taste?

You remain fixated,

Gazing, intently at my sister in Islam;

Your mind screams oppression;

Injustice; Implemented by some,

Self-righteous bearded man.

She's imprisoned, 

Her beauty isn't within your vision.

You’d like to free her,

Enlighten her with a new dress sense.

Expose, what her loose clothing won’t reveal,

Because right now it’s only serving to conceal,

That which is your right to steal.

Your right to take, 


But now you stand;

Eyes peering through the bars she's placed.

My sister feels his eyes welded to her,

She glances up,

once;

Her eyes grip the floor

She’s felt, heard this before,

My sister already knows...

(to be continued.)