Silent Acquiesce Poem by Nosheen Irfan

She must bury inside her
The ugly face of the world
That she has known
Through the years, since she was born
For the world will not bear
The stain upon its name
All her life she has learnt
To hush her voice about things untoward
To gaze not beyond the masks
For men must have their way
They must lay down the rules
For her to bow to and obey
Her voice is but a whimper
Beside the uproar men make
She must muffle her cries
Or sit in front of a mirror
Making up her beaten face
Pout, smile and look pretty
For she was born for this
Only this, she was told
She is but weak and failing
In life's wars and struggles
Never will she emerge winning
Against the might of the men
An object for men's dark passions
A silent acquiesce is her escape.



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