my life, poems etc.

On being a slut

Sashrika Pathak

My cotton briefs sit by my lacy braleṭte  

Ink stained fingers wear seductive reds

My hair dishevelled and lobes twice pierced

Legs pour out of the shorts stretched across my derriere

Christian faith nestled in boastful cleavage

My morals looser than my lovers by the sewage

Brought up in elite upscale high rises

 I drive downtown for my sunrises 

The thunder reigning over me

Making your structure a mockery

And yet I am a slut for nothing more

Than all these sins my sisters branded me for

All these luxuries I allowed myself

Cashed out on the moral credit I once held

This generation they call themselves new

Rebels like me the deviant few

Monogamous monotonous daughters and mothers

On your wrinkles the dark age hovers

The feminist you claimed to be

Pigs more understanding than she

Published by Sashrika Pathak

Sashrika is an aspiring writer who dabbles in poetry, long-form journalism, and the occasional social/philosophical rambling. She is completing her graduation in Literature and cameos in a small splattering of magazines and online portals as both an editor and a writer. In her free time, you can catch her guzzling an inordinate amount of caffeine and holding onto a thick crusty novel from another time. You may​ if lucky, even catch her guiltily updating her usually defunct blog (one of many). Controversial, free-spirited, lost in her own head, she floats on a cloud in simple cotton and leads an idealistic life with a smile that masks her painful anxiety. Tune into her work anonymously and allow yourself to moonwalk into her world.

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