Oppressive Gentleman

How sweet of him to tell me what I can and cannot wear.

How sweet of him to pull down my top when other men stare.

“It’s only because I know what they’re thinking, you know it’s ‘cause I care”.

How sweet of him to blame me despite covered head to toe.

How sweet of him to punish me for any inch of flesh I’ve shown.

How sweet of him to teach me, it’s not oppression, it’s just respect I must show.

How sweet of him to blame these curves that baggy t-shirts cannot conceal.

I am so grateful for this self-loathing he makes me feel.

I hope one day my mother’s love will help me heal. – S. Alaa

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