I am a woman

I was not thinking about it but it just came to me The moment of truth, the realisation That in moral, I am not independent And all because I am a woman They blow the horns of deception and lies Keep singing you are independent But the whisper behind the hands reach to me On

LOve

love, love, love…love. I am sick of it. It is everywhere and, I mean, everywhere like COVID 19(Just to make you understand). That greatly looked for, vied for, great, great love that is not so great. If only. You may also wish for the moon. This love is talk of the town. Meaning, our globe.