Patriarch

You were not  woman with downcast eyes
With  upper cloth shrouding thinking head
Or darkness covering the body head to toe.

You went to University to the white board,
Its feminist library, in a proud female body
In clothes barred for a patriarchal scrutiny.

Now you call him a mustachioed patriarch
Because of what he did to your separateness.
Scouring through body he forgot the mind.

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