Honor

The leaves of a tree, like a woman’s honor,
are separated from it, like her soul leaving her body,
by the wind of the society,
And she’s naked,
Like a newly wed bride on her first night,
The leaves lie on the ground as the night turns,
Only to be swept away.

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