What if I am characterless!
But still, I am flawless.
I can shop at night,
Bikes and sports cars are still my right.
I talk about periods loud,
In front of all shitty-minded crowd.
You judge my thanks to you,
For this work, but it is still due.
But not depending on any of your thoughts,
Already away from these taunts.

What if I am characterless!
But still, I am flawless.
You call me slut, whore, and a prostitute,
In your mind, this is what it constitutes.
I talk to many boys,
But not to...