Poetry: Undressed

                                                             Undressed
                                

Is this what it feels like,
your heart racing,                                             
it's exciting all of a sudden,
creating this undefinable feeling,
turning even the gloomiest day into the brightest one,
picking up the buzzing phone,
hoping it's you
knowing you thought about me,
like I did too

Is it fun being a guy,
a boy with witty misadventures,
a man with endless desires,
filled with pride, ego and lust,
yearning for better whilst having the best,
oblivious of the damage it might do, or already done,
the salt on an open wound,

Perhaps that's what they made of you,
expectations, stereotypes and societal standards,
where to sleep with three is prideful than with one,
and wrongful touches appraised as languages of love,
to covet your selfish greed,

then only to leave you there,
scarred by his scent, breath and warmth,
leaving your heart racing,
only this time,
you feel worthless instead,
excitement fades and the voice of despair echoes,
from the deepest garden you built in your heart,
now withered, unwatered and dead

Oh dearest little girl,
is this what you deserve,
where have your hopes and dreams gone to,
for now you're neither hide nor hair,
in the eyes of the sickening world,
quickly make ready of yourself,
those harrowing words would pierce your heart,
despised even by the very ones you call home,


Haven't your parents thought you well,
their mouths would whisper,
or are you blinded by the uncultured Wests,
brought nothing but grieve and disgrace,
lost all your dignity and respect,
of the very thing that makes you a woman,
is seized away for merely minutes of pleasure,

But it was true you say,
the love, the passion and everything it encompasses,
if only the world could read you beyond your flesh,
will the shadows of society renounce the outcast,
hurled upon you cold-blooded,
then again,
did he feel the same way,
that you felt too?













By Jessica John Posko 💗