Clarity

Walking down the street

I find myself looking down and scowling

They are weak creatures

Falling over their desires

It disgusts me, and I can only look down my nose with pity at them

Though hard and solid the door does not protect

Nor do the people inside

They think their intentions pure

But beneath the indirect communication

I hear the whisper woman

I am prohibited from staying out

From meeting friend

From going to friends' houses

I am to remain seen not heard, within the confines behind the door

I am steadfast

Wholly knowledgeable of my rights

Even if those rights are scarce

It is such a shame to say

Because I am in Egypt

I find myself fading away