What were you doing, when a woman was judged just for an attribute of heaven - BEAUTY
Were you trying to tell her that she is born to feel full on her own and be her own storyteller?
Or were you singing the lullabies of being a miracle maker and a life-giver?
What were you doing, when a woman was filling all her pockets with weapons before leaving the street?
With her heart full of fear and her mind full of what-ifs?
Were you trying to tell her, that she has the privilege to be at her destination?
Or were you trying to sing out loud how foolish it is to even think that?
What were you doing, when a woman was putting on lipstick
with that cute little polka dot dress, she bought for herself?
Were you telling her just how beautiful she is looking tonight?
Or were you there, smashing the mirrors because no one sees beauty and soul anymore
And all they can see is the excuse to exploit her instead?
What were you doing, when she was wandering off in this labyrinth of life?
Trying to figure out how much stronger she needs to be
To stand up on her own feet and convince the world that she can do anything on her own?
Were you trying to let her paint the character with her own palate?
Or were you caging her wings even before she knew and telling her to smile because that should be her ideal life?
What were you doing when you were reading this?
Were you picturing a woman you loved and cared for
And deciding how to do better for her?
Or were you taking inspiration on how to be a masterpiece
In pretending how much you care for her?
While making this entire world so suffocating
That someone else needs to be the voice for her?