Saturday, May 16, 2020

DEAR MEN BY APARAJITA APRA

Let me cook for you, while you lounge in an air-conditioning room
Let me clean the floor, while you put on your feet on the table and I am in gloom
After all I am born to please you
To nod my head and appease you
Cuz my life is all about you
So its nothing new
Thanks but no thanks dont want a life like that
To be a service provider 24/7 and wait for a little pat
I am master of my own destiny
To be born free and  to stay free
Keep that bling, keep that ring
Cuz being trapped isn't my thing
I am my own queen, I don't need a king

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