Her eyes peer out
They are all i can see
Everything else is a secret
A tight, frightening secret
How did he make her?
Does she even know?
Is the secret kept from her?
By some finite hand
That grips like a vice
Pulls the shades down
Locks the door
Offers fear alone
Her eyes would speak volumes
If they ever lifted from the ground
If i knew their language
If i conversed in terror.
She is a woman underneath it,
A girl, a Daughter.
She is a singing voice,
Legs that would skip, Run--
But to the world,
She is only eyes--
Less, even--slivers
a shadow
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BurqaA Thousand Splendid Suns
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