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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