The Crafted Expectation
She heard a fly buzz.
Surrounded by anticipating eyes.
But she’d been fed lies
To glamorize
It all just because.
That is the cruel punishment just for women.
To picture a warm touch and clean linen.
To save that moment
If not you will atone for it.
Because a whore cannot be forgiven.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world