Useless Beauty
Eye witness they, O my mother, rag less I am.
You are the price maker but guilty I am;
So much needs, chastity at deal
Shameless crying, robbed body mine
Painless, humorless, oh soulless men!
You all made me nude there
Keep squashing a fun, changing bodies a turn
Fatigue breathes, futile face;
I am the owner of decaying age.
But hairs are, now, no gripped, eyes refusing dipped
Corpse not, oh pimp, enough for sale
May be your sister, I am.
What! if your mother or wife I am.
Address me, your breed oh male!
Copyright © Salim Mustafa | Year Posted 2016
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