Her Freedom




































Her soft skin shall never know the searing sting of the lash,
Her shapely mouth shall never taste the bitter bile of shoeleather.
Her luscious lips shall never feel the roughness of chipped toenail,
Her pretty eyes shall never witness the foreboding female boot.
Her Nubian nose shall never inhale the odour of unwashed foot,
Her dainty ears shall never hear the harsh words of commandment.
For she is female, and therefore free.
Unlike me.

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