Daughter Of Another

Unconditional love, you show your mother,
But forget she’s also a daughter of another.
Where does your empathy, your respect stray,
When another's daughter stands in your way?

You rob her youth, her peace, her mind,
And leave your wounds for others to find.
You worship God, the ultimate creator,
Mother Earth, and nature, your nurturer and saviour.
But what of the women, the earthly creators?
Where is your concern for these life-sustainers?

The shameless gaze upon a friend,
Or the harsh critique as they near their life's twilight end—
Do you not see the gifts they bring,
The goodness that's woven in life's every string.

Boys like you, in games, degrade,
Discarding women like trophies displayed.
Do you think it’s cool, in your virtual reign,
To belittle her efforts, her dignity stained?

Undressing her in the halls of your mind,
Yet expecting her always to be kind.
Boasting of conquests, as a mark of integrity,
Laughing as though it proves masculinity.

Do you think it wounds her soul for good?
Does it make the world a better neighbourhood?
You label her insane, unrestrained,
Yet parade yourself as the one who’s gained.

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Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Until Noon

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Cruising Alone

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