To A Feminist Critic

Our world has been raped
Raped bybyour distorted claimes

You cast fearful glances,
as you walk out
through the tarttared veil
that seal our fate

Friend, i need you
Yet, you parrot bizzare 'virtues'
'Virtues' that plunders our ideals.
You even trampled on the shreads that...binds

You envy my state,
When your northern friends,
imprison themselves and their husbands run errands.

Mw friend,
Your voice has no substance,
Not in the world you live...

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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