You think you can hold me down
Keep me in a servile state
You think you can have your own
Unmindful of my feelings and desires
I’m deemed weak by your mad pride
Vulnerable, at your disposal, in your eyes
You are blind, you are wrong
That you can take me in your stride
Little do you know
What wealth I have inside
And you with all your might
Cannot steal it from me
Try as much as you might
To bend or break me
I am not an autumn leaf
You can trample on as you will
I am the flower that pricks
The hand that plucks it
I am the moon
That stirs the waves
And I am a woman
Who knows her worth.
Nosheen Irfan © 2015
All Rights Reserved
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