And still they shout and jeer
And whistle into my burning ears
Following me around
Gawking over me in a crowd
Asking me for my number
And sending me unsettling messages
Pushing me for my pictures
Trying their luck
Thinking they can shoot their shot
In stealing pieces of my body
The one in which I have tried
To keep so safely
But it is no longer
In these baggy clothes of mine
That I will try to hide
For it is not me
Who should comply
It is them
Who need to relearn
And retrain their sickened minds
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
