
The story of someone special who had morals. (=
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When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can’t hear
because you’re too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare
The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..
The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…