Hiding herself by a cloth,
Which held so much significance
Yet she felt naked under
The scrutinizing eyes and glances

What she does, how she moves
Is she perfect or is she not?
Just give her a chance to breathe,
Through the suffocating cloth

Why do they judge her?
Why can't she be herself?
They're not living her life,
Yet they're the ones bereft...

- Who gives you the right to judge her?

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