A tear drop in my eye,
Turns dry before even,
Touching my skin,
As you grip my waist.
The cold metal of your big ring,
Gives me a tickle,
As your hand moves downward,
In search of more flesh.
Then pushing me away,
You look into my eyes first,
Then at my voluptuous curves,
Draped in a red saree.
With this you sit in the back of your chair.
A signal for me to unveil,
And so I do,
With the finesse of a stripper.
Something I knew not of,
A few years ago.
You gape with your greedy eyes,
An invisible drool,
A deaf roar.
I know what you want,
My experienced nails burying into your back,
My long hair falling on your face,
As you showcase your manhood,
The proof of which,
Is me moaning and sweating.
As a kid I was told I had beautiful lips,
Now no one seemed to notice.
Flesh is chewed off my bones,
And this is what I have become,
An untold story,
A hushed lie,
Yet, a reality
He tells me how pretty I look tonight,
The short dress,
making my legs look longer.
He knows not of the pain of
Every hair pulled out,
the burn of the hot wax,
The anxiety as the strip is rubbed against my skin.
For him they’re just a pretty pair.
He told me how he wanted to kiss
my luscious lips.
Red lips which were nothing compared to
The redness caused above them,
When the hair was threaded out.
It buried into my skin,
As I press my tongue against it.
So as to retaliate?
The glint in my big black eyes,
would make him stare into them all day.
Well, not with my dense black brows,
the plucking of which,
made my eyes quiver in pain.
Shaving my hair,
Shaving it off my head.
The latter considered bizarre,
The former, well, surreptitious.
Handsome never does.
Child birth hurts,
Intercourse on him doesn’t.
Menstruation hurts, Boners don’t.
Then why should I choose pretty,
When I endure pain almost at every turn in life?
Be it a war between my legs or a new life inside me?
So the next time he tells me I’m pretty,
I’ll tell him to wait,
Till my dark black hair
There was abnegation for him
The moment his hand was on your delicate, slender neck
His clutch growing tighter
Till he realizes the sanity of it
And lets go
You laying breathless on the floor
He is the beast to your beauty
The prick that puts you to sleep
You don’t need him
But you need him there
For me, and that saddens me
But you’ve had enough
I am here now
To shield you when he takes a step forward
There to shut him out when he does loud
There to make him respect you
As there is no compassion in him no more
But I won’t let you go numb
Screening him away
Making you smile
Laugh. Love. Live.
As you rightfully deserve.