Let the insanity in

Let the insanity in

A Poem by Ankita Dwivedi
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Her body is naked, but so is her soul sometimes.

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A black spot in the garden of disguised roses,
giving a part of her spirit to strangers,
a debt that shall never be repaid.
it's not something she chooses.
From the first blow of wind to the last snowflake, her skin a bewitching land of virtue that has no boundaries nor limits.
But can paper ever be a forfeit for love?
A blessed feather that falls on you from above?
The aroma of her brown hair will rush to your treacherous mind and find itself a room.
Her breasts at divine place of worship. Secret folds of warm flash,
a temptation to every inhibition you've ever known.
Would you hold yourself or let the insanity in?
Would you let the Luminous mist cover every mark of your existence?
And then you can't breathe, does holding your breath send chills down your spine?
So hold your breath, don't breathe and find yourself struggling from within.
Would you dare to smile or put on an act?
This is what it's like to be her.
But why does she let this happen to herself? Her misery a Prisoner to her will.
kept in a box someone else created
She is holding her breath exasperated.
She goes from Street to Street,
her dress barely covering her behind.
The small Mirrors in her dress can light up your eyes, casting the shadow behind. Shadow on her.
She is covered in shadows.
Don't let the insecurity in her eyes stale the petals of lust.
Don't ask her name first, it's no use anyway. It's not a real, just like her smile.
Her identity subject to perceptions not strong enough to stand on its own.
Call her sweetheart, babe Or love or just don't watch your tone.
She is spanked to desperation.
She is fucked to frustration.
The marks on her thighs, a proof of how easy it is for her to make someone lose control.
By playing a role or just a wink.
Or some cable ties and kink.
You can spank her to frustration.
You can f**k her to desperation.
She shouts in her perfect voice, "ride boy ride".
Yes, ride boy ride.
Ride her with all your manhood, watch it shrinking by her side.
Ride her with all your strength watch that power melting beneath her eyes.
She is a piece of art gone wrong.
A hard blow of a ceaseless Storm.
A fallen ray from the twilight Sky.
Selling her body for clothes, selling her smile for tears.
Burning by a match you light so her daughters stomach won't burn.
She opens her legs every time you look at her to hold what you can't anymore.
You are a pilgrim, she is a goddess.
Or maybe you are just a monster and she a lamb, more than willing to be slaughtered. Torn apart, from limb to limb.
She is selling her identity for survival.
But ask her name next time, her real name so we don't have to call her 'she'.
She is someone's sister, daughter, mother or wife.
She is drenched in vex .
She uses a tool called sex to counter strike the plight of almighty by selling her womanhood.
The parts he designed.
After all she is a woman and he a man.

© 2020 Ankita Dwivedi


Author's Note

Ankita Dwivedi
Just sit down for a moment and think about all the times where you have sold yourself to people in ways you didn't realise.

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I love how you seamlessly cross the line between exploited and exploiter. She is simultaneously victim and assailant. That's not an easy picture to paint but you've done it here quite well. The rhyme scheme it's ambitious and you executed it nicely, you also have some lovely turns of phrases. All together, it's a good write.

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Ankita Dwivedi

4 Months Ago

Thank you for your visit and words.. Really appreciate it, my friend..



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I say that the laws of karma needs changing
After this poem it is not right
Your spirit is yours
Be beholent to no man
Equal rights for all
Humanity ?

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


This is a heart breaking poem
It enrages any one with a heart
Women are not possessions
Some men are just scum
Should be illegal
So say temporal light

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


This is amazing, so many terrific lines. This has dark imagery and feelings just burning the eyes and mind.... I Iove it

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you for reading . Have a good day 😊
This is wonderfully written and the intensity radiates throughout the entire poem. There is strength in your words and I'm glad I read it. Great work!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

2 Months Ago

Your words mean so much to me , dear duff :) keep safe and take care
I know what you mean an you're right. Its not her shame.its theirs.

Posted 2 Months Ago


What an excellent write.... The sorrowful life of that woman.... Sometimes they are being type cast... They are given different names but their lives isn't easy. I like the line where you wrote their names aren't real like their smile.
Touchy piece.. I must say

Posted 2 Months Ago


Dreamer Sima

2 Months Ago

Aren't... Typo error
Ankita Dwivedi

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your valuwords .. have a lovely day :)
I'm not sure you know what insanity is.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ankita Dwivedi

2 Months Ago

I completely agree .. there's is desperation here , but much more ..hoe u didn't fail to see that .... read more
Dave Skin

2 Months Ago

I fail to see a lot of things. This is true facts.

It's really not important how I.. read more
Ankita Dwivedi

2 Months Ago

i think sometimes we all do and it's alrigt. Thank you for reading . :)
It's just really great. The best thing I like the portrayal of something indescribable and unbreakable can speak so much in its ways, trying to speak for her and still making the picture clear of what is a woman, you still wove the string of words that say the real life situations. It's just really good. Awesome.

Posted 3 Months Ago


The world of prostitution through the eyes of the woman. Strong write here. Evokes the emotions and questions the way these women are treated by their clients. They are not a piece of meat, they are someone's daughter, maybe someone's mother earning a buck to feed them. Don't judge them I say. You have not walked in their shoes. Powerful poetry.

Chris

Posted 3 Months Ago


It's not every day that one can really see things from a different point of view. Reading this poem does provide that experience. Just a minute ago I read another poem that compared fall trees losing their leaves to a woman stripping. That is the "male gaze." Your poem allows the reader to see a particular world through a woman's eyes.

Posted 3 Months Ago



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Added on August 26, 2020
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Tags: Prostitutes, womanhood, devil in the dark, man

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Ankita Dwivedi
Ankita Dwivedi

Noida, Utttar pradesh, India



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