Honor
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Rose Marie Juan-austin
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You dressed me
Something inappropriate
Embellished and styled
In an elaborate manner
With a hole in my bosom
And in between my thighs
Unbecoming of a fine lady.
I was subject
To mockery
On account of what you clothed me
People walked with outstretched necks
And spit
Whenever they see me.
Honor is a right
It attaches to the core of my being
Akin to right of life
It gives breath to life
It signifies
The very soul of me.
It is my absolute right
To defend
And fight for it
To the very end
For me
And for my family.
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan- Austin, All Rights Reserved
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