A budding writer's collection

Humanity's Trophy

It's a pleasant day,

The sun plans to outshine its past self,

So does she!

With her heels clacking across flagstones,

Straw hat's halo on her raven locks,

She is in awe of the world

But, on her walk,

She encounters men sneering

Imposed guilt makes her cower,

In society's anger, she hides herself

First, a coat,

Then its the sundress off her body

She covers every inch of her sinful skin,

Her very skin that ignites the devil's desire in men

Now, she thinks she can fret none,

So, with her head held high,

She goes, prancing around with her shopping bags

But, once again the self-proclaimed moral police stop her

"How dare you spend money so foolishly?

Is it even yours?",

It was hers, but she bows her head lower

Her mother's words echoes in her mind,

"Do not fight them,

Submit for safety's sake"

Even as tears escape,

Submit she does,

Releasing a sigh of relief

Maybe that was the end of her oppression

Night fall, she craves the moon's company,

Under that radiant white light,

The judgements vanish

But under that celestial moonlight,

Just as a smile creeps onto her face,

Foliage harbors danger,

Every step entails consequences,

Consequences that don't wait for actions

With all her submissions to men of high morals,

She still isn't free as her body is yet to be surrendered

The demands of men,

Her cries for release

Her voice muted,

The gag sprayed with blood

She closes her eyes,

And the moon vanishes behind the clouds.

But for the society,

It's another turn of the calendar's pages.