The Singles

The Singles

A Poem by Priyanka Sharma

I have been told that I think too much and analyze more than I ought to. That I am too serious for my age. That I should only allow my body to do the talking for its cute and charming, while my mouth is capable of drone attacks. And my brain is a constant insurgent. If only I stoop myself a little lower to match the blankness of my male counterpart, only use my mouth to smile and not grimace and criticize, train my eyes to submission and not intimidation, I have some little scope for companionship. But the way I see it, the only man who can survive my hurricanes shall be entitled to my calm shores. I am no ordinary, hence he has to be extraordinary. I would rather wait or be on my own then choose from the sheep's around.

© 2017 Priyanka Sharma


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Added on August 23, 2017
Last Updated on August 23, 2017
Tags: woman, singlehood, love, sexism