A 'NO' to fly

They hold me. They trap me.

Why can’t I be a liberated bird?

They do not ever thump me

Not because I have developed

But because scars won’t let me say "I do"

You think I mean to marry?

 No!  Not marry. It’s Money.

Yes, money.  Business!

Soon I’ll be a trader

Trader by a traitor!

You wish to tie the knot, to be well-off.

I wish to be a girl.

All good with even being a meager one.

You wish to raise your life.

I’ll be asked to raise customers.

I’ll be asked to be the most attractive catch

I’ll be asked to wear cleavages

I’ll be asked to run streets naked

And, I’ll be asked… Asked?

No! I’ll be prearranged to do that.

Hold! Hold! This isn’t it.

You think, I should run?

I can’t even opt for it.

Nobody take notice of my moans

No one sees my damned soul

No matter how bad I crawl

They all are faster than all

They call me a bitch and a whore

And to my mother,

A lady carrying business for all.

Hold! Hold. This isn’t all.

You have more to explore.

Don’t want to know the rest of all?

It is more dreadful to explore

Much more of how I am a whore.

They are..  People.  Money.  Necessity.

Time. Situations.  And much more.

I became the source to answer all.

My body became answerable to all.

You think I should loath my parents?

I can’t even opt for.

This is a bitter truth of life

Life?  No! I can’t even name with that.

I wish to fly with colors like others

But no. how would I?

I am a girl who runs a business.

Yea!  Business. Body business.

I sell my body to eat and to wear.

And you dream to be a life winner.

That’s the difference between you and me

That will always keep on chasing me.