Our underwear are now a thing of public display. Our dresses are made of transparent material to boost the design of our underwear.
With our hands we buy indecency, walking on the street unashamed. We are not ashamed any more to leave some part of our breast out.
Our thighs are perched with flies leaving trace of unwanted spots. We walk with open slit revealing our panties.
Fashion is what I hear it is.
We've thrown away our royal nature all in the name of fashion. We've Laid down our robes for rags all in the name of fashion.
We've traded our 'lion walk' for 'cat walk'. We prefer to slay in makeup and not with the works of our hands.
WOMAN!
Where is thy Good?
WOMAN!
Where is thy Pride?
Will he who finds you still find a GOOD thing?
Will he who finds you still obtain FAVOUR?
Can he who finds you sing your praises of VIRTUOUSNESS at the city gates?
Wake up oh virtuous! Wake up!! 😢😢
