Women,
are born to sacrifice,
their hair, lives, wants, dreams, desires, skin, blood, loves, sweat,
and their so obvious free genitals,
Each slice of the women’s anatomy has a cost,
can be even pint-sized as good,
their agony has a verdict on arrogance,
anger is deemed egotism,
boldness is perceived as haughtiness,
visible cleavage, a sign of call for a night,
well-built ass needs to be ridden as fuck,
each chunk of the bosom is traded,
and teats are bloody dead cherries,
which are so eager to be sucked.
Heart, was never there in the picture,
it wasn’t ever.
It died long-ago, when she got raped by anonymous men,
offering her soreness, abuse, torment, miseries.
Love,union, gaiety, respect have been deceased,
when she laid underneath of an unknown man.
once, twice, thrice, for little money,
little? can be for others.
Surely, not for her hidden strains and difficulties.
Picture courtesy : Google
Niharika your this post made my mind sunk deeper and deeper in the pain and agony of human emotions!đ˘đ˘
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I got no words to make you understand the feel your words have just created. I feel blessed and wonderful at very same time. Thank you for such great praise.
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Keep writing, keep creating.
Stay blessedđ
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Hands string along,
Or thumbs to the beaut,
Words and i, laud to you,
For the feels to discern,
How i tell to who,
That an opus: heavenly imbued.
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