While they asked for pens
she stared on
The spent nights grasping the history
History of a country they never lived
they may never even know
she wondered how that determined her future
she had been forced into a life she didn’t want
so she asked for ink and paint.
while they asked for books
and kept flipping through pages
of a system that had arrested them
enslaved them because society dictated,
she asked for a canvas and her body
imagined what a life with expression felt like
a world with no harsh judgement smelt like,
a society where children were allowed to grow,
be who they want and find their passions
a village of self discovery
where religion didnt dictate what the law said
a home full of grace and free will
where women were not owned
and children were not goals
where marriages werent the ultimate
and education was free….
she turned her body into a canvas
with her legs cuffed and heart-broken
her speech oppressed and her choices discarded
she painted and covered her body in ink
tattoos scarring one after another.
her heart bleeding from the pain
her eyes sinking with depression….
Burefulll!!!!!
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