The ‘30 something’ women Club
I am not a victim in today’s age
Nor am I caged.
No, I am not used as a
Means to calm someone’s
Hormonal rage.
I am a sum total of
my discretionary ear,
That sieves out
Dominance of fear,
That tells me
Your heart on your sleeve
Is what you should wear.
Pleasing-appeasing
Aren’t antiques to keep,
My virginity isn’t a medal
To my ‘sleep’.
I don’t bathe in the glory of
Managing it all,
I share, I delegate.
For my emotions
I don’t build imaginary walls.
In love,
Unattached or matched
Either way I am a ‘glass that’s full’
Family and children sure bring me joy
But there’s more to life
That gives me the pull
My tribe of fellow women
And men
Respect me
for
What I am.
My curves
My attires
Don’t fall for the
‘Good look’ sham
I am not a victim anymore
Unwavered by your opinion of me,
My conscience
Guides my core.
30s are like 20s
A decade later for sure
But with money,
and a soul
That has learnt
To fuck off
And not care
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