The girl in the 20s wearing a low waist skirt,
Stockings up high and a tattoo of a bird,
Down her waist on the back with the color of a rust,
She was walking down the station looking for her bus.
Stockings up high and a tattoo of a bird,
Down her waist on the back with the color of a rust,
She was walking down the station looking for her bus.
She just got pushed by a shoulder passing by,
She looked back to curse but instead got a demon smile,
The man in his 30s was just scanning her style,
She was wearing less and was open too much so she deserved to be defiled.
She shrugged the thought off and continued on her way,
Boarded her bus and got seated in the front row
“Reserved for women” the seat was enough for her to say,
No more male touch here or his parts on sway.
Ticket ticket came the voice from behind,
She gave the note and looked the conductor in the eye,
Again she was judged by a male soul standing beside,
He caressed her hand while handing her the change but again she couldn’t cry.
She is a woman for everyone's sake who is open to be objectified,
She wears a skirt and has a tattoo enough for her to be petrified,
To be called names, to be molested, to be looked at as a flesh to be pounded,
She bought it on herself to be groped, be judged and to be bounded.
Her stop came and she walked down the bus as the driver looked at her behind,
She could feel the eyes of the males all around on her front and back,
Anyhow she continued to walk down the dark lane as she had to reach home before deadline,
She felt as she was followed but couldn’t take a chance to look back and react,
She felt a sigh of relief to see her mother waiting by the door,
"How was the day" she got and she answered always as usual and nothing more.
She looked back to curse but instead got a demon smile,
The man in his 30s was just scanning her style,
She was wearing less and was open too much so she deserved to be defiled.
She shrugged the thought off and continued on her way,
Boarded her bus and got seated in the front row
“Reserved for women” the seat was enough for her to say,
No more male touch here or his parts on sway.
Ticket ticket came the voice from behind,
She gave the note and looked the conductor in the eye,
Again she was judged by a male soul standing beside,
He caressed her hand while handing her the change but again she couldn’t cry.
She is a woman for everyone's sake who is open to be objectified,
She wears a skirt and has a tattoo enough for her to be petrified,
To be called names, to be molested, to be looked at as a flesh to be pounded,
She bought it on herself to be groped, be judged and to be bounded.
Her stop came and she walked down the bus as the driver looked at her behind,
She could feel the eyes of the males all around on her front and back,
Anyhow she continued to walk down the dark lane as she had to reach home before deadline,
She felt as she was followed but couldn’t take a chance to look back and react,
She felt a sigh of relief to see her mother waiting by the door,
"How was the day" she got and she answered always as usual and nothing more.
For me, she is a girl who doesn't care about how the society judges her, walking back home in dark is a little fearful at first but after doing it daily, now she forgot about it.
ReplyDeleteShe is young, bold and beautiful.
She is a girl who is bold and beautiful yet tired and gave up on the hypocritical norms of the society. I wish she could not be objectified so much in by the mongrels outside.
DeleteShe is amazing, and I'm sure she's strong enough to be not affected by the orthodox as well as hypocritical views of the society.
ReplyDeleteAnd to the society, many yet to understand the freedom of everyone, especially, women. I feel very unproud of such a society.
And to the writer, great expression.