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