So forth and so on

This poem contains some random thoughts. This poem doesnt necessarily define any woman, neither am I trying to define all the modern woman. This poem its just a fictional stuff. Completely random.


So, they call me a modern woman
A woman of 21st century
A woman who is not afraid to go out there and conquer the world
So they call me a modern woman
A woman not to be taken lightly
A woman pretty and witty
So forth and so on

I wake up in the morning
I rush to work
I have plenty of things to worry about
But got no time to enjoy what life has to offer
Its been months since I talked with my parents
Asked them how they are or went for a walking
I got no friends no more and I don't date no more
My mamma is so worried so she calls me like every other week
Suggests me to get myself a partner
have someone that I could count on in times of despair
Cause mamma simply doesn’t understand
That I need no man to keep me happy
And I simply don’t have the time to spare
But explaining this to her is way too exhausting
So these days I just let her calls pass on to the voicemail

Life is a funny thing and love is dubious
but like every other human I got caught in its grip
Yes my mamma she was happy, she was happy that I finally got married
But mamma I can barely find happiness within these boundaries
I know its been just a while but I already feel like fleeing
I am too used to flying, these bars are just driving me crazy


I have been in a turmoil lately
I want nothing but to be left alone
But like a broken record his voice keeps repeating
No matter how much I bury myself into work
I hear his dry voice accusing me of selfishness
I try to get past it but shiver goes down my body
Reminding me of the miscarriage I had last year
I wept for months and I know I won’t stop grieving for years
How stuck I am in reverse yet no one whom I could confide in and share
So I swallow my grief and stand against him
I tell him I decide how I want to treat my body
I ain’t no slave of yours so if you got problem let me be
I can’t let those men decide about how I should feel about me

So, they call me a modern woman
A woman of 21st century
A woman who is not afraid to go out there and conquer the world
So they call me a modern woman
A woman not to be taken lightly
A woman pretty and witty
So forth and so on