Oh I just cant be myself
While I’m drifting for daunting mares
I’m probably leaving my residence
Unless they catch me in this snare

I’m trying to fit in
With loads of model-esques around me
The mannequins are voluptuous
Like the girls I see on covers

Fill me with your dirty grimaces
And mockery and jeer
While they call her “Malena”
When she outdid her role with fear!

They thrashed her and cuffed her
Her dead body bathed on the river side
Blood oozing from her waist and thighs
She could be me, or who else?

I was dumbfounded when I heard,
That women uttered profanities
Calling her ill-fated and damned
Laughing among others,(despicable!)

It does not matter when this occurred
World is still the same
More voices and thoughts
But no consequence after all!!!!!
© Anamika U S