Between my shadow and my soul

I Promise Myself

To honour Her
Keep her womanly sensitivity
that her Mother taught her
in the face of abject disregard
Hold close to the coyness
Her sisters made homes out of
Live the visions her father saw
In her innocent immature eyes
And even when all of them are gone
Gone where she cannot show them
Even then, never let down her guard
Look after their presents, their dignity
Their beauty. No matter what any man
sees in her smile or any woman assumes
In her naivety.

4 shared ideas:

KimyaShafinaaz February 15, 2009 at 11:43 PM  

beautiful writing missy

ayesha February 15, 2009 at 11:58 PM  

what power lies in your pen

Azra February 16, 2009 at 8:38 AM  

I still want to run...well not so much run then frolick in my idyllic island life

Zahera February 16, 2009 at 1:16 PM  

wow! love it. Very profound.