European woman

Your aura is foreign to me

Your boldness, uncomfortable

Your freedom keeps me bound

Scared,

Holding on to religious sacrilege like

Did my ancestors do me wrong?

Hand me rules for modest women only to keep me bound

My thoughts are loud

But never escape these lips

The only eyes that see my tears

Are layered with floral décor and made of cotton

But you, you thrive

Nicotine on your breath

And barely any clothes on

Your sexuality a maze you freely roam

Yet complaint leaves your lips like you've never known

Freedom

Like they were concepts so foreign to you

You fight for it

You fight for what you already have

And I don't understand it

Perhaps I am blinded by the disdain in my eyes

Or maybe, rather

A jealousy that never escapes

Knowing I will never, never know the freedom you do