I love myself
I am that exquisite and jaunty
Striking and fearless
Bold but sometimes rendered powerless,
For I get plucked by people
Shamed to death
Like a beautiful rose being plucked into oblivion
And tortured to nothingness,
Being objectified as tool
Hapless and strewn
Among the torrents of narrow-mindedness
Darkened with fear and hopelessness,
I can hear those voices aloud
Stares and hushed talks
Rude comments and more
They try to judge me
And make me feel less than more…
Author: Shivani
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Lover of books. Spends time gardening and listening to music.
