My body is a wonderland ??




The depth of my heart is

Overlooked,

But, my deep cleavage is not.


The power of my words,
Unnoticed.
But that of my vagina, boasted.

The modulation of my voice,
Unheard.
But that of my clothes, loathed.

My sass, disgusted.
My haughtiness, repulsed.

My lips, they like plump.
But no smack, no expression,
Till I slump.

My bosom perked, but not proud
Me... a fantasy.
But my fantasies,
Prude!


Upright must be my tits,
My gaze? Stare down you insolent Bitch!

Round and round circle my notions,
Equal status scans through my emotions.
But. my round bottom is all that catches attention.

Supple skin is a sign of beauty,
Must be hidden beneath thick finery.

My thighs, demoralized.
My shoulder, exposed.
My spine, pulverized.

Sex, tabooed
Slut shaming, fostered.

My body, sexualized.
My wit, mortified.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Prodigal Observant

That day, the earth was drenched. The gloomy sky, Dripped drops of purity, The water, untainted Nuzzled my face calmly. Wondering what this feeling evoke, I peered at the world, That stretched above me,  Like a trampoline,  my heart spread its wings The horizon was unseen, The sun lost in tumult. My eyes soared and explored, Only to be mesmerized, By the magnificent play... Of colours that glided, The world above was shielded, With vibrance of love, With a sense of empathy, That challenges perception of man. A pair of birds that flew, Brought me back, The rapidly firing neurons,  were now conscious of the land. The Prodigal observant knew, what the world beneath lacked! Like a new born star, I perplexed  The universe unravelled, It's magic began to seep, In me, Life began to reap. x
Read more

Sonder

1,2,3 STOP says the sign of RED. 20 seconds of pause; In life ,without loss. The momentum staggers to stop Cranky men don't like to halt. Adjusting her braid, the little girl rests; on her father's back, she finds a cozy nest. Soundless bickering of newlyweds, Are they wondering about the bedspread! Doesnt lie, does it? The clean window glass of a shiny bright car. Donning his hat,grumpy gram looks dapper, I ponder, if he hates the same rapper. Oh, look a dream catcher... Alas! A fellow hopeless dreamer. Restless feet and restless fingers, Unpaid bills of spendthrifters, In sync go our mindless jitters. Are they tired of running, just like me, are they glooming? Are we all in the same race, just a mild difference in pace! And, 1,2,3. GET READY hints the glinty YELLOW. Unsaid problems and unknown solutions, Mighty humans hit their starters, Ignited engines roar together, A melody of mutual supporters. 1,2,3. GO says the growing GREEN, Familiar bo...
Read more

Lily in my garden.

Rare are occasions when the heart melts, the deceptive element ends, and the distance between us is more than just a drag of miles. Things that were left unsaid, Feelings that were untold, And memories that couldn't be formed. My mind ponders whether it was meant to be; For you to get to know me. Or was it meant to be, For my repressed heart, To open up and fly, To invite you to peep, In the deepest nooks Of my broken heart. Rare are occasions when the mind settles, With just a stir of cheer, That these dragged miles, Can be flown in and out. That, Things will be said, Feelings shared, And a lifetime of memories , Waiting to be formed. Like the Lily in my garden, I live every day, I don't even care, that the day might end. Because the Lily in my garden, Tells me everyday.... " Fight for life, fight for love, and fight for every person, Who you know, Is just right"
Read more