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Haripriya Jaikumar Poem
Voice Of The Real Victim
Girls have me long as I increase her beauty, I’m the hair
But people use me creepy, it’s not fair.
Me the forehead being in a full entity,
Though I can grab your mind which is so shitty.
Me filled with salt water
Dreamt to be amazed with glowing colors,
But now with full of anger
Destroyed by devils with endless hunger.
With the sense of smell, I’m the nose
To those who doesn’t have nerves
By your sight I can smell your evil thirst,
And also, I can sense your noxious lust
The two attractive part, I’m the lips,
Only with love give me the kiss.
Me the neck, a narrow connecting,
But this brutal act makes me dying.
I create different sounds; I’m the reason why you speak
Don’t press me hard, as I’m a little weak,
Just like the sweet voice of the nightingale and sparrow
I cry within me, my anger and sorrow.
We the twin organs on a women’s chest
We produce milk for the infants to drink.
Why you demons strike us for the taste,
You make all our virginity to go waste.
I’m the shelter for your child,
I have nothing to make you wild.
What’s there in me to snoop?
Dignitaries don’t have an act to sue the group.
Longer we are attractive we look,
We bear a lot of pain in running and working hard ,
You break me to avoid getting kicked
Forgetting that, I have a life behind the wrecked.
I bear the pain of giving birth
But misused by people who lack to know it’s worth.
Women society should be made honorable
Who should also teach their own ennoble.
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Copyright © Haripriya Jaikumar | Year Posted 2017
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