I Am A Monarch Slave

I am no daughter of a rich Trump, Nor a widow of a powerful Gandhi, I am more like a Monarch Slave Physically and psychologically- abused over and over again. May be I am poor, I am down trodden, I am a piece of nothing in your eye. But please… Please believe me That although I am a girl, A poor maiden of course I have a heart Rich with emotions, I have a mind Full of dreams, I have a body That needs soft touches, I have ears That crave for kind words, I have eyes That need horizons to gaze, I have lips That know to speak my mind, I have a soul That needs a soul mate. My quests have No bounds, My queries have No limits at all. They just don't know I am poor, I am rustic, I am weak, I am down trodden I am a piece of nothing in your eye. You never bother Whether your sneers Make me cry, Whether your humiliations Choke me from within, Whether your barking aloud at me makes me sad, Whether what makes you so ugly in your looks towards me and my curves and my sinking beauty- makes my life so wretched, so torturous my road, And that I feel Totally victimized.