Somewhere in the dark streets,
She's afraid of getting out.
She fears that she'll be hunted
By the predators lurking there.
She's locked in a single room
In big and heavy chains
As if she's an animal.
Who is she?
They claim that she's a human
But don't treat her like that.
Just grab her, use her, throw her.
And if she raises her voice
Just go and burn her down.
They keep her as a showpiece
As if she's a doll.
Who is she?
She cares for everyone
And has love for everyone.
But it's silence what she gets
When she once asks for trust.
She just wants to make all smile
And fill their lives with happiness
As if they love her back.
Who is she?
YOU ARE READING
Who is she?
PoetryShe's unaware of what or who she is. She's unaware of what this world sees her like. She's unaware that the people she looks out for don't look out for her with the same love. Yes they do look out, but with greed.
