Freedom- Being Woman

I walk out only 

when moon rises

and clock strikes 

twelve- the end of day,

while pack of wolves

walk free for some fun

I smoke

I drink

I club

I dance

while the wolves stare

greedily at me

like I am a prey

in their jungle of myths

My lips are bright red

tempting them of lust,

My dress is too short

to cover my skin

I don't care

the lecherous wolves

who are howling

at my sight

I date many men

as I search for my one

who will be my knight

to hold my hand

when everyone leaves me

by my own

I earn my bread

like many men

to cherish my dream

of being independent one

I don't shun

for this society of bondage

I fly with colours

of freedom and spirit