All seated around
Ready to pick on me
What are they doing here?
Come to look a museum piece
Judge its worth?
Decorated in gold
Proclaiming perfection
With rotten thoughts
Have you all come,
To measure my standards?
Whats my worth?
They make me wonder in deep thought
Its serving delicious food
My utmost accomplishment
Dustfree household, my gold medals on display?
Earning is not sufficient
Being smart doesn't hold credit
End of day ,
I am a woman who is measured
By old standards
In name of aged old traditions
Home,
A place where judgement never step foot
Became the court
To tear me piece by piece
Judging my self worth
What are we just decorated pieces?
Measured in society standards
To be worthy or not
Of being A Woman....
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From Sparks To Fireworks
PoetryEmotions are the little sparks we feel and the reaction to express it is always fireworks. Always loaded heavy with deep meaning.... Trying to create poems beyond love romance just stepping out of usual ones so let me know your views and comments...
