Naked and UnAfraid

I was born naked,

Roamed my home with laughter,

Playing as an infant,

Free as the wind, fearless in my truth.

You dared to say I’m not a normal woman?

Well, I wore skirts as a child,

Until a man decided his hands

Had the right to feel my thighs.

Cargo pants became my armour,

So I could study, thrive,

While you rated women based on how well they grind.

Is this your idea of strength, of being a man?

What did you do with your first paycheck?

Spend it on a looker—your prize for the night.

You boast of class, watching porn as you sneer,

Claiming I’m the one shoehorning into your life.

You said I was after your money?

That’s laughable, really.

Weren’t you the one lamenting your father’s struggles,

Crying about how you worked hard for your mother’s troubles?

Yet, when a woman speaks of her pain,

Trying to rise,

You mock her,

Exalting another’s body as if it’s a trophy.

And you think I’m the one who’s vile?

Gaudy? Insane?

You lose yourself to booze and laughter,

Yet look down on anyone without your status,

As if people are slaves,

Not humans.

No wonder you work under Jeff Bezos’ pay plan,

Dreaming of being a CEO yourself,

A throne built on calling others ‘stupid,’ laying them low.

That’s the shoe you fit—a cog in the chain,

Feeding a world where human worth dissolves in disdain.

You boldly asked me, "What was I trying to prove?"

I was simply standing up for everyone under the roof.

Now do you really believe I belong in a mental asylum?

What did I want? To simply be a girl—

Not a trophy, not a prize, but free to be real,

Without your labels, your judgments, your ideals.

Yet here I stand,

Naked and unafraid,

Not in body but in truth.

Your labels cannot define me,

Your world cannot contain me.

I am the woman who once played carefree,

And I’ll reclaim that child,

Free as the wind, fearless in my truth.

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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.

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