Veiled Virtue

They wear veils,
But not of their volition,
No one hears their wails,
Stifled by this moral remission.

Hidden from the world's eyes,
Hidden from their own value,
No one hears their cries,
As they long for their due.

You circumcise,
And force them to obey,
Treating them like a prize,
For which a man only has to pay.

Those who dissented,
Are now scarred and torn,
For you resented,
The virtues that might be born.

The day is coming,
When you will see,
How strong is the sting,
To be the one who isn't free.

For those in living perdition,
Silent like a caged bird,
Know you need not permission,
To make your voice heard!

Every woman is a princess,
Till she makes herself not so,
No man can make you value less,
May you ever know,

Your struggle is true,
Your warfare is worthy,
So whatever you do,
Don't stop till you're free!