She is a woman.
Designed to be the symbol of sacrifice, elegance, and blah blah blah.
She wishes to cut her hair..or grow her hair…because it is not what defines her.
She wishes to marry or not marry…because that is not what defines her.
She never following your rules ..so she is a spoiled brat… especially the one never to be followed.
But yea, you come to her when you are troubled.
She is angry and doesn’t want to cook..but yea she has a load of expectations hanging right on her back…
It weighs too much.
She is angry or sad..she wants to quit everything she does and walk away.
Oh..my then i become selfish…
She enjoys silence….then you say..she is hiding something.
She enjoys poetry..or romance… Then you define….she is truly a bitch…she needs sex all the time or she is craving.
Without even realizing she is a human being.
She is bound to wake up and feed all at home..even before she tells a bit..else she is entitled as selfish.
So..when do you think she gets her break.
Is it when she is old enough to be on the death bed.
Her struggles go unseen.
Because she is weaker.
She has no voice.
But stay sane.
As if everything is what she loves…
The moment she is out of your control.
You treat her like a wild dog. Needs to be tamed.
But you forget.
She is a tigress.
Who can be the best when untamed
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