What to be feared more
Then a woke woman
Then one who sees behind the circus curtains
Then one who doesn’t follows blind the oppression
She is dangerous to patriarchal culture
A theath that refuses to worshipfully suffer
How dare she speak with a mind of her own?
Definitely her faith that is by the West blown
Sacrifices are only glorified if they are from her
A load of labor is only praised if it is on her
She’s a mother, a paidless worker, and a woman of career
A “second-hand” human, a limited dreamer
She can dance, swim, row, ride, wrestle, and shoot
With the elegance of forever standing diligence
She creates the world in which she’s imprisoned
Her presence is a blessing, her voice a song, and her picture a portrait
Education frees her from others’ on her tightened blindfold
Independence is how she calls it out, “oppression.”
The fear of one who can’t force her to continue a patriarchal succession
The one heaven’s promise of endless good deed accession
Yet she lives on his earth with restrictions
Her dreams are sacred as her beliefs and fictions
Does the world itself dare bind her?
Sensitive like a lily and tough like armor
This is women
A woke woman
The feared one
If sees behind the curtains
Unsaid 
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