She: Their eyes burn holes in my body.
He: Why must the glass be half empty?
She: I speak in vapid polite smiles.
He: Crumble like pastries under their thumb.
She: My head hangs in shame, and I shudder in the echo of my
name.
He: The sun doesn’t shine brighter for me.
She: It’s easy for a lion to speak of bravery – ask the
mouse who ventures out every day.
In response to Aditi
Rao’s “A
Fear Of Particular Men”.
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