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
