Straps.

Straps.

Straps. Shush, my girl, It's an open trap. Your modesty is, Hanging by a strap. Tuck it away, They shouldn't know. You wear one, But it cannot show. Don't say the word, It's not allowed, They'll shame you now, And call you flawed. They've forgotten Where it all began The woman came, From the side [...]

Blurred Faces.

Blurred Faces.

Somewhere whilst growing up, our faces blurred out. Our personalities lost within, our sharpened bodies. Nurse brings in the new born. "What was your first born?" She asks the mother. "A boy." The mother replies. "Congrats! your family is now complete." She says, handing over a baby girl. The mother smiles unaware of this social [...]