Shadow Walkers

I see you, shadow walkers, my sisters from another land,
Shuffling silently, draped head to toe in oppressive scarves.
Following behind the cool, flowing white shape of your man,
Your life partner, yet also the one who commands.

Brilliant, expressive kohl-lined eyes are your communion with the world,
Conveying evocative messages through your only window, the rectangular slit that we see.
Muted appeal for the rest of humanity to intercede,
To raise the alarm and set you free, so that you may finally breathe.

Or so it seems to me, your sister across the sea.
What must I do now that I have read your plea?
Tell me how to help break the bonds that keep you a prisoner of the past,
So that you may live fully, as I do, the life that God surely meant for both you and me?

The beauty of your face and your lustrous locks deserve to see the light of day,
Your mind is a vessel for knowledge and should be filled the same as mine,
The power to choose your own path should lie at your feet,
Your voice is your passport, and it’s time for you to speak.

Sister, if you have no complaints, I will let it rest.
But if you seek my voice until yours is stronger,
Then I’ll gladly be your messenger bird and spread your word.
I’ll champion your cause until your own song can be heard, ‘til you are caged no longer.