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I fell for the girl in the picture
I saw nothing of her features
But the potential of the future
Only she could candidly capture
I fell in love with the message
Written on her fiery face
The little that peeked thru her veil
With the rage in her sway
The way she carried her frame
Within the cage of her pain.
I fell in love with how she braved
A danger so grave
Marching forward she won't cave
In to threat of the Taliban
Because she is a woman
Who has tasted freedom
Because she is a woman
Rousing the eye of the storm
Because she is a woman scorned
And now she raising hell
With her cardboard upheld
Her future none may readily tell
Cause terrorists trade
Modesty for slaves in a masquerade
Her march on Kabul is beauty
Raiding the belly of the beast
Her presence on the streets
Without male escort service
Is an article of taboo
Yet she calls that bull
She'll march to turn the rule
She'll march until they shoot
Her down
And her blood cries out
From the ground
And her voice rains like clouds
That's why I fell for her
And why my pen bleeds for her.
Akpan