Behind the veil are eyes that hide whatever the veil cannot.
Behind that shadow are hope and dreams that did not grow to materialize.
Behind that veil is a woman.
Behind the veil is a human treated like a slave.
The veil stands in between the world and her beauty,
Never to be eyed or envied,
Safely kept for her own dignity.
Behind the veil is a soul wanting to feel free.
As she peers through the eye hole of her veil,
She wishes she could wear something different instead.
Like so many other her age, decorated in colors like blue yellow and red.
Behind the veil you cannot see her swelling eyes, as her books burned and her music was destroyed,
while her hands are placed in those of a man she will serve for the rest of her life.
Behind that shadow are hope and dreams that did not grow to materialize.
Behind that veil is a woman.
Behind the veil is a human treated like a slave.
The veil stands in between the world and her beauty,
Never to be eyed or envied,
Safely kept for her own dignity.
Behind the veil is a soul wanting to feel free.
As she peers through the eye hole of her veil,
She wishes she could wear something different instead.
Like so many other her age, decorated in colors like blue yellow and red.
Behind the veil you cannot see her swelling eyes, as her books burned and her music was destroyed,
while her hands are placed in those of a man she will serve for the rest of her life.
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