Veiled Woman The allure of the scent left upon my coat when I walk away from the convenient store down the road. Tugging onto my mother’s scarf in attempt to hide myself from the silhouettes emitted by the uncertain eyes. Avoiding street lights and alley ways wasn’t a surprise, but I couldn’t help wonder what if I were to feed the urge to discover a world beyond these brick walls and sidewalks. Though, Mama said no, Mama always said no, and Mama is always right. As I slid my way through furrowed brows and sly snickers, I came upon shop windows lighting up with demeaning imagery. Walking by stores with broadcastings of aggressive actions, bounding my people to a place where our voice never belonged. My young eyes were painted with utmost
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Knees clumsily bumping into each other, feet with no sense of direction, as my eyes scanned over cracks shadowed by the darkened sky. Staring up to my Mother’s profile, I noticed how alike the stars were to her eyes. The wrinkles stretching across her forehead, nose to her mouth formed lines presenting all the smiles she has given to me at times when I couldn’t find mine. Her jaw undefined, with traces of her past dragging across her cheekbones, leaving her lips to be moistened by her tongue, which always had wisdom to spill. Arms held down stiff against her sides, grasping my hand tight as she tugged me closer to her. Veiled Woman, she never …show more content…
Though, I couldn’t help peeking through my eyelashes for a glimpse of any emotion evident on Mama’s face. The expectation for her usual glare had plummeted after I noticed the tear stain cheeks. Eyelids hooded with something deeper than just regret could’ve been easily identified from even someone as young as I. Veiled woman, tell me. Tell me why Mama striped herself from her headscarf and language! Why did she stop wearing the embroidered dresses? Why did she stop wearing the beautiful jewels on her forehead? …Why did they strip her of her gown? Out of all honesty, I was confused as to why we needed to whitewash ourselves to be significant.
As we approached the familiar brick walls, the city grew silent. Only our soft steps, and the unlocking of the front door became the noise I found comfort in that night. Lights awakened my tired state, whilst I kicked off my shoes. I lazily hung my jacket on the coat hanger, making my way up the steps to my
Knees clumsily bumping into each other, feet with no sense of direction, as my eyes scanned over cracks shadowed by the darkened sky. Staring up to my Mother’s profile, I noticed how alike the stars were to her eyes. The wrinkles stretching across her forehead, nose to her mouth formed lines presenting all the smiles she has given to me at times when I couldn’t find mine. Her jaw undefined, with traces of her past dragging across her cheekbones, leaving her lips to be moistened by her tongue, which always had wisdom to spill. Arms held down stiff against her sides, grasping my hand tight as she tugged me closer to her. Veiled Woman, she never …show more content…
Though, I couldn’t help peeking through my eyelashes for a glimpse of any emotion evident on Mama’s face. The expectation for her usual glare had plummeted after I noticed the tear stain cheeks. Eyelids hooded with something deeper than just regret could’ve been easily identified from even someone as young as I. Veiled woman, tell me. Tell me why Mama striped herself from her headscarf and language! Why did she stop wearing the embroidered dresses? Why did she stop wearing the beautiful jewels on her forehead? …Why did they strip her of her gown? Out of all honesty, I was confused as to why we needed to whitewash ourselves to be significant.
As we approached the familiar brick walls, the city grew silent. Only our soft steps, and the unlocking of the front door became the noise I found comfort in that night. Lights awakened my tired state, whilst I kicked off my shoes. I lazily hung my jacket on the coat hanger, making my way up the steps to my