Thursday, May 1, 2014

Mornings

On dark mornings
I layer my delicate frame in silk and linen garments
that shield me from the eyes of ravenous wolves
in sheep’s clothing
whose predatory instincts trail the scent of fresh femininity
causing them to commit crimes against womanhood.
With no man to protect me from their heinous ways 
As I walk through empty alleys and streets where they lie in wait for me
I hide in the shadow of the Almighty
becoming invisible
only the light that surrounds me is seen
and I go on my way without fear
knowing that I am safe.

                   
 

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