I touched her long, flowing black hair
We both knew she had but a moment to spare
Fighting to live, fighting for love
Her eyes told a story of exhaust and despair
She had been fighting for rights
That simply weren't there
Sent to death for loving a man
The invisible ropes tied around her
were no more loose than the one placed around her neck
For the last time
She looked out at a culture
that says you're not free
Who would witness this injustice
But refuse to speak
Lost in their tradition
And misconception of honor
Another woman slain
Her cries whistled in the breeze
The plight of these women
Speaks volumes to me
--Jasmine Slater
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