A taste of misogyny

They stare at me

As if am the daughter of a sinner

As if am the ward of a killer

He did no wrong

By protecting me from the streets

He did no wrong killing all my dreams

After all, I am a girl

And dreams are meant to be broken

And the heart is to be shattered in a million pieces

and I have to wait for my wedding to happen

To find the chosen one

Who’ll glue them back together

So that we can live in this kind-horrid world

acting, as if we love each other.

~Aamani Sharma

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2 Comments

  1. I am flabergasted by the construction of words. This is unambiguous,clear & flows like a brook.
    A double thumbs up for this

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