satin skin,
velvety voice,
icy brown irises that shine,
and your vile, cruel,
judgmental society
says that eyeshadow
is what makes her beautiful?
she is pure
like glycerine,
her skin feels like silk
and looks like pale, smooth endurance,
she is power,
she is the pillar
that humanity needs
to survive,
her strong, unwavering voice
will fight the most miserable of laws,
she is a storm,
her heart is a hurricane,
but she stores a room in her core,
a room, a safe haven,
for the people who she lives for,
she is the ship
that will carry us forward,
she bleeds every month,
so that she can bring forth
ungrateful creatures like yourself,
no.
she will be the phenomena
that makes us avert our gaze,
for such beauty is scorching,
not meant to be looked upon,
she will suffer and rise,
she will rise with glory,
she will fight the groping hands
that force themselves
upon her body
the shame that she is supposed to feel
she will bask in their glory
she will scream
and demand her due
she will fight the groping hands.
she will rise with glory,
yet you say
that eyeshadow makes her beautiful.
- ishana.
YOU ARE READING
bits & pieces.
Poetryjust a couple of poems that i'll be uploading now and then. i'm not very good at poetry so have no expectations whatsoever.
