In
My body is no temple but a ghost town it's as invaded as can be 
Haunted by unhanded touches , clutches memories that knock me down like a thousand punches at a go .
Nightmares have at me every second I close my eyes 

Rose patel's laid and dripping from Adams Apple 
Nothing of me feels sacred or private when every where my body bruised and cut is scattered on every wall and everywhere like a billboard with a Bieber face 

Every lad wanna touch , wanna see , wanna smell as if I were fresh notes with a Diba face 
It's all suit and ties ugly faces , disgusting perverted minds covered by money and power .
And it's hush hush for me for I'm just shameless ,my only job is to sit still and look pretty .

Told not to be opinionated only just good enough to be slain in bed 
Well after all I live in a man's world .they said "be a good girl " when the only choice I had was a packet of condoms  
For I'm nothing but a slave of  patriarchy 
"Doll up , cheer up " they said I tried to fight and protect what was left of my disgusting self but every predator was already in ,yes I'm Trapped in Noah's ark 

Might as well jump off and swim with the sharks but it's all teeth , scavenger hunt I presume or am I just a different version of little red riding hood ?
Every morning of every night I'm choking on semon .

Every afternoon I'm fighting my demons 
Trying to be a good girl for daddy ... 
Due to the fear of being loose but what's there to shut when my house has been crushed or better yet burnt to the ground ?
Thank God no seed was planted in my garden otherwise what would become of my invaded body?



By A.Zoya ( Awonke Zoya)