The Old Kind of Woman Still Exists

This is an early poem addressing social issues like the restrictive role of woman in some middle eastern societies. It's somewhat superficial but it covers an good topic.

The Old Kind of Woman Still Exists?

She was born a girl

in a Middle Eastern World.

Her Mother cried.

Her Father asked Allah “Why?”

What good’s a girl

‘cept for men’s merriment and

decoration as an ornament?

Boys hold power and

always make the final decisions.

Male supremacy is still the tradition.

Girls are inferior and

just sit pretty and silent.

Swallow own thoughts and accept the pain of violence.

Broken noses, gashes, and scars.

Reasons why girls mind their places,

if they want to keep their bodies and pretty faces.

So Mother taught her

how to be a woman, how to keep a home.

All to please her future’s husband when he’s home.

She amazed at

cleaning, cooking- no words can describe.

She had qualities to make a fine bride.

A bride, a servant-her destined role.

Can play, praise, work and console.

Her husband was her god and keeper.

Enslaved to him- few fates are bleaker.

She too gave birth to a girl

In her Middle Eastern world.

And she cried and cried

And asked Allah “Why?”

Author's Note

This was intentionally meant to a combination of sentences and fragments. The latter provided details that were supposed to be vivid and sometimes provocative.