I'M A WOMAN.

Life is a full circle they say.
So you don't really know if its the end,
Or your just penned.

Both feel the same,
Feels like someone is playing a game.

The highs and then the lows,
Carefully raining down blow by blow.

Your hurt
And left feeling like dirt.

That pervert.
His hands up my shirt..

And down trickle my unnoticed tears,
With it comes true, my worse fears.

But im a woman, we take pride in ourselves.
A pervert can't make me hate myself.

In every woman there is a "man"
Chinese, Indian or Bhutan.

The choice is limited,
The mindset? Narrow and primitive.

Be the victim or proud survivor,
Its time we stopped being back seat drivers.

The mind, it gets this. But the heart?

Its cold and blue,
Foolishly waiting for someone to break through.

Waiting for a smile or hug,
And taking it in, like its a addictive drug.

A poem for you.

It was an ocean so deep,
Full of things only love can sweep.

One peep and you know its deep,
All things worth, I thought I should keep.

After a min of fleeting doubt,

I thought its time and took the call
Took the step with all I had,
Jumped, but never did I land.

The fall felt like days, sometimes even months.
And then I did the thing, I thought best.

Ceased the fall and arrested the run.

Now all I do is wait, wait for the time to ripe,

Wait for the flowers to bloom and birds to take flight.

Its not as bad as it sounds, the hope of all things beautiful is profound.

Wait’s a teacher, im told.

Time’s the key, for things to unfold.