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Sitting on a swing
She is in a garden
sitting on a swing
motionless as Buddha statue
eyes in tears
heart in pain
``why did he dump me?``
she asks her little poorly head.
``am I a boring person?
a dime a dozen ?
a cavern to unload in a cargo
when his eyes sparkle with a desire?
if not,why can't he love me then the way he should?
why he had to turn his face and cheat
after all the things I 've done to him?
is this what I deserve?
a stab in the back?
a kick out of his palace?
I was a fool to let such a sliding of the hand and beautiful words to steal my soul while he was lurking in shade ,sharpening a blade intended for my death.
I hate the world men entrapped women in,
I hate the masks they used to captivate us
I must do something to get men out of my life,
out of my heart,
out of my space.
I am tired of being used,drained,trodden under feet all the time.
I must end up this pain and move on ahead in my life``