Stripping Feminism Bare

Look at me

I am your muse

I am your visceral expression

My eyes are frozen like shards of glass

My hair is billowing bold in the breeze

I lean in, sighing, as you lightly

Claw and caress my sun kissed cheeks

Just let yourself reign over me

Between us there is no privacy

Yet for the show and society

You seek that which is yours to give

And in frustration I bite my lips

Now blood is splattered, embalming them

Your desperate fingers wield cloying red

Hah, the blood is on your hands!

But worry not, my lips are sealed

Subtly curved and gleaming still

Oh, are you smiling back at me?

Yes, oh yes, think happy thoughts

Come closer and fear not

My back is rolled, my head is lolled

My eyes are purring

At you

I am the predator in the wild

And in your heart I am a muse

But tis the pure and simple truth

That you are me and I am you

Caged, dormant and demanding

And no, I cannot be mocking me

I’m just waiting to be free

Let me out and in the night

We shall bathe in soft moonlight

Then come morning we shall dance

Fear not and take the chance

Come near and set me free

We shall, as the morning glories,

Bloom, a man from within a woman

Or a woman from within every man

Devastating duality, shades of gray

Precariously balancing the yin and the yang

– Akanksha Gupta

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