Day 61
I write this note
To say a few things to you
Please do not stare at my b**bs
What’s wrong with you?
It makes me uncomfortable
I never look at your dangler
Hidden deep in your wrangler
Why so disrespectful
My, so ill-mannered!
Writer
Day 61
I write this note
To say a few things to you
Please do not stare at my b**bs
What’s wrong with you?
It makes me uncomfortable
I never look at your dangler
Hidden deep in your wrangler
Why so disrespectful
My, so ill-mannered!
Day 54
A strong hush of wind came blowing upon.
Instinctively the hand covered the eyes.
Pushing aside the tresses.
With worried freckles.
Looking around for shelter.
‘Like a scenic plot in a book’ –
Was standing a straw hut close by.
Walking towards it, holding up,
the large red gown with both hands.
Upon entering found an old maiden
She looked disinterestedly and nodded.
The rest of the night was spent there.
Day 24
Like drops of dew on a leaf.
And a soft breeze on the cheek.
You, with a smile of an angel.
Spread your wings of love.
– While here,
I carry a longing with a strong urge.
To intrude into the depths of your peaceful mind
and beautiful soul.
Day 13
Soft wavy curls
Smile that reaches the eye
Warm genuine touch
Heels that make hearts fly
Curious, free and wild.
What are you looking at, these streets are mine as much as yours!
Why do I need to cover myself?
And walk with my head down..
Why are you men looking at me all the time..?
Is it the clothes I wear?
Have you never seen a woman before..?
What is it that you wish to see?
Your shameless, creepy gaze pierces through me..
How I wish I could beat you right now and pull your eyes out..
These roads are so bad,
Stones on my path,
Mud and dust in the air..,
and you stupid men stand over there and stare..!
What do you get by looking?
Do you realise how uncomfortable it makes me!
No it’s not that I am afraid,
Just ashamed. I have no hope.
This city is going down the drain..