Shaming

Crave for the grace.

High heels, higher feels.

Old bones,

Protecting fame.

Creator of society,

Man 

Or

"You are just my slave".

Bound by the "legitimate" laws,

Crawl back to your cocoon,

The world that's yours.

Covered, shielded faces.

Pretty eyes,

Only your man should praise it, right?

Walk down the road,

Shorts and off-shoulders,

The honorable glazes.

Ripping apart my clothes,

Bare me whole,

Then call me, whore?