A Woman

You think you can hold me down Keep me in a servile state You think you can have your own Unmindful of my feelings and desires I'm deemed weak by your mad pride Vulnerable, at your disposal, in your eyes You are blind, you are wrong That you can take me in your stride Little do you know What wealth I have inside And you with all your might Cannot steal it from me Try as much as you might To bend or break me I am not an autumn leaf You can trample on as you will I am the flower that pricks The hand that plucks it I am the moon That stirs the waves And I am a woman Who knows her worth. Nosheen Irfan © 2015 All Rights Reserved