She couldn't go out...

Image: Birmingham Museums Trust/ Unsplash

The confinement of your embrace

reminds me of her confinement,

in her “home.”

Not because of lethargy

but because of shame.

The shame confined her

to her restricted refuge.

She became a slave,

after becoming a refugee.

The slave to her short-sighted desire

and to the society’s cruel manner.

She could go out,

but the shame…

The shame arising from the mundane

She was a beautiful and a delicate dame

but her face told a story, which wasn't the same.

She didn't look like a human!

She didn't look like other animals!

Her face shouted the wrath it sustained.

From being proud, carefree, and happy,

she became just a dame full of shame.

She couldn’t go out of her “kin,"

to even buy a pack of sanitary napkins.

She couldn’t buy her child a dress

and the child couldn’t kiss and cress 

the shamed mother.

The shame belongs to the society 

yet it seems very personal.

She perceived a high social shame
and couldn’t go out of her painful mundane.