Being Worthy and Worthless

God, your creation was wasted when you created me. You adorned me with ornaments
that have no use to me, nor to this world.

These breasts, which began to form as I grew up,
reminded me I would be a mom one day.
And I knew nature chose me to be a mother and I felt superior to men.
And what a match to my chest -you filled it with motherly affection,
but forgot to gift me a baby!
You lavished gentleness on me, and loyalty is so embedded.
But men don’t care, like a blind man refusing the gift of eyes.
You gave me a lovely smile.
And some flirted, appreciating it. But should this smile want to spread like a rose,
they have refused to yield a space of their garden.
You blessed me with intellect. Men are much impressed.
But they’re fearful to be proud to have a smart brain
shine in their room.    Oh! I understand- instinct wins the game.
But nature was generous with me to satisfy lust as well,
but men’s hunger will find a mere crumb in me.
Being Worthy and Worthless

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