She glances, she glances,
To see if there's something new.
Something to tell her,
"Darling, you're beautiful, you."
She waits, she waits,
For a revolution to come by,
But never does it come,
and she suffers, by blows.
She takes, she takes,
She takes all the blows.
She knows how a belt feels,
and begs to make it stop.
She hears, she hears,
"Lose some weight."
"Look naturally great."
She tries, she tries, but it shall never suffice.
She ran, she ran,
To liberate herself,
All she needed was embracement,
From herself.
She lives, she lives,
She finally lives.
Free of society,
and free of clutches.
P.S. This is the poem I had submitted for the 'PUMA: Born to Provoke' Competition. Hope you enjoyed reading it :)
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The poetry jar
PoetryA collection of poems that randomly pop into my head when its 1:00 a.m. and I'm trying to sleep. I don't have a schedule for uploads, though. I might even have 4 poems in a day, lol. Poems about metaphorical events, I could call this. Fantasy, even.
