In burqah and abayas.
In skirt and trousers.
Was it her fault?
She was an adolescent.
She was a fully grown woman.
Was it her fault?
Her dad was a mere farmer.
Her mum was the first lady.
Was it her fault?
Or was it because of her gender?
She was a girl.
She was a woman.
She was a lady.
Was it her fault?
She is raped,
Assulted,
Rejected.
Was it her fault?
No, it isn't.
But if she keeps quite,
It is, her fault.
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