Behind Black lines

Behind black fence lines
She walks, slowly and surely
Swaying her grey floor length skirt,
And an even greyer top
On her childlike bodyHer red waist length haj-ab most striking,
Her gentle face in shadow

Walking with her wondering face staring at traffic

As tho a noisy, chaotic monster
This little distance feels world’s apart
Her face lacks understanding of why,
People struggle on this blackened road every morning
Listlessly trailing her fingers on those black lines
Swiftly turning into a golden gate,
No last stare, for this chaotic world
From her bubble of innocence

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