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Mind of a Woman
The summer winds caress my skin. Teardrops like squeezed lemon drops spill. A joy ride down my cheeks. Joy emancipated from sadness speaks Splash, it splatters on the ground. A crown like structure in slow motion seen. Life cannot tarry, to embrace. A little care, a little concern. Love needs constant care. But life is too busy looking fair. A day has no divide. No night or day defined. Just doing my best, looking good. My life is a unread book. Money power within my fist. Dreams are within my reach. If only I can purchase my vision. Like when I was a kid. As a kid my prince swept me off my feet. Was Caressed and cuddled and spoilt. My dreams retold before I sleep. I slept peacefully cuddling my dreams. Knowing, I was within the reach, of his powerful arms. Always there to break my fall. Growing up was so swell, so much fun. All my passions like roller coaster ride, up and down. Teenage trauma like actors on a stage. Well scripted parts Played. Dialogues written by likes of Shakespeare in his plays. Memories kept in my notepad archived. Password protected from curious minds. Visiting the saloon as often as I could. Changing fashion to suite the current style. Movies, picnics, sleepovers and dates. Boys will be boys, society said. I was strong enough to defend myself of their carnal need. And time passes by defining my fate. Now I am a grown up woman in full bloom. My career well defined. Insecurities in this world of Patriarchy everyday face. Lewd remarks of macho fashion brace. Learnt to brave these obnoxious moments day after day. My moral fiber strengthened beyond grace. But somewhere, deep within myself there is this void. Need for love of a different kind. The warm embrace of arms to comfort me. Strength of arms to catch my fall. Nimble fingers to caress and cuddle me. A kind voice to strengthen me when l am weak. A gentle voice that can whisper words of love. A heart that can love me for what I am. In books and movies have known of this type. But in real life, I doubt, I can really find, that kind? If, I should wait..? I don’t mind the wait. And suffer, ignominy of society. Do I follow the doctrine of natural selection..? I don't think so..! My heart and soul have a mind if their own. And so it shall be.
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