The Crafted Expectation

She heard a fly buzz.

Surrounded by anticipating eyes.

But she’d been fed lies 

To glamorize 

It all just because.


That is the cruel punishment just for women.

To picture a warm touch and clean linen.

To save that moment

If not you will atone for it.

Because a whore cannot be forgiven.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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