#preys
Maybe that's why
I prefer dogs;
animals probably have
more culture than you.
the way you take
quick glances at my trembling self
by the roadside,
with ear-piercing whistling—
does that excite you
as much as it scares me?
you made me look at
my long-sleeved dress
and ankle-hidden boots;
yet I question,
are my outfits deemed ******
till it entices your manhood?
I grip my bags firmly
and wallow in self-grief
for temporary relief,
as I fear more than just
compliments threw by
preys on the streets.
should you disagree,
of my brother,
whistling and signalling
your blood-sister,
should you disagree,
of my father,
oversexualising your mother,
then don't be a disgrace
to the ladies watching.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Deep down seas,
there's something dark...
Fish? Or monsters?
We never know...
A stark contrast to what's
on the surface...
A sharp difference in
who's who and who's not...
Predators roam around
like thunder clouds...
Preys stay on surface
to protect their souls...
Mercy is not a chance,
you never know you're getting sold...
It's not a child's play to
someone even though bold...
Darkness absorbs
the night always...
Like the DEEP SEAS held
the secrets anyways...
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC