Shimmering blond coiffed in a bouncing bob
Dark, svelte glasses conceal her humanity
Plush black wool wraps a chic, small waist
Draping softly into skirted folds, enveloping knees.
Curved leg, sensible heels, provocatively engage the viewer
Western Femininity.
Each morning she whisks by perched defiantly on her electric scooter.
Where does she go? What does such a woman do?
Flaunting her individuality in the face of society.
Old men shake their heads at her daring novelty,
Young boys marvel at her machine,
Women envy her freedom.
Quickly she is gone, a blur of modernity against the rustic country backdrop.
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Black chiffon wimple pinned crisply under the chin
Soft eyes, the sole accent of humanity
Practical, dark cotton drowns the figure
Somber folds falling to feet.
Curved ankle, delicate shoes, cloaked identity provocatively engage the viewer
Eastern Femininity.
Silently she pads by each morning, invisible to most.
What delicacy lies beneath? What does such a woman think?
Those whose eye she catches stare: contempt, frustration, ignorance and intolerance.
Others with pity, her somber attire a prison wall
Freedom lying just beyond social context and moral beliefs.
Quietly she is gone, a shadow of antiquity against the rustic country backdrop.