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.