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Enough has been said about this, but here goes:
Nothing changes.
The neighbourhood uncle's eyebrows contort with displeasure at my choice of clothing, just as the pimp at the bus stop eyes my body with glee. I don't know whether to shift in discomfort or to lift my chin up in defiance.
Everybody is content to grab their paycheck without an once of sincerity whereas I am torn between duty and security.
Optimism fights to stay afloat as the cynic in me takes over.
Again that refrain - What is the world coming to?
How long can the era of selfishness last?
Is this life a blessing or a curse? Am i ungrateful if I say the latter?
At the back of my head, I hear the age-old accusations - that I am luckier than many.
Is it defeatist to say the fate of the woman hasn't changed?
No answers, and I am forced to go on.
Too tired to ask the same questions over and over.
Nothing changes.
The neighbourhood uncle's eyebrows contort with displeasure at my choice of clothing, just as the pimp at the bus stop eyes my body with glee. I don't know whether to shift in discomfort or to lift my chin up in defiance.
Everybody is content to grab their paycheck without an once of sincerity whereas I am torn between duty and security.
Optimism fights to stay afloat as the cynic in me takes over.
Again that refrain - What is the world coming to?
How long can the era of selfishness last?
Is this life a blessing or a curse? Am i ungrateful if I say the latter?
At the back of my head, I hear the age-old accusations - that I am luckier than many.
Is it defeatist to say the fate of the woman hasn't changed?
No answers, and I am forced to go on.
Too tired to ask the same questions over and over.
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