Chain me with your
Threats, stereotypes
Your dos and donts
Need to make me
a good wife
Strangle me with your
Masculinity, insecurities
Need to be right
Choke me with your denial,
Withdrawal ,
Rip me off my dignity'
for your petty pride.

Bury me in whichever hole
And I will come
gushing out.
I am not love anymore
Nor a part of your whole.
I am searing hot lava,
a Phoenix that rises
from the ashes.
Come, try me
Kill me again.

Poetry by Seema
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Written on 2017-04-23 at 06:32

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