I like to be noticed
To be taken care of
Naively looked upon
Sensuously adored
Attended to in chivalry
To see my reflection
In appreciating eyes
To be held in gaze
In eyes that search for my soul
I'd rather not be stared at
Bums to bosoms
Ripped apart
With bare eyes
An animal for slaughter
I am not
I am
A mother
A daughter
A sister
A wife
Save them some dignity
If not for me just being a woman.....
About the Author
Sagorika
Joined: 21 Jul, 2015 | Location: , India
Words became verses... And I found myself turning to a poetess......
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