Miss She
written by: Gomathi Sridevi
She was a normal woman
But they treated her like a trash can.
She thought they were all grown
But to them, she was just a clown.
She got alienated by the skin tone
And she was always left alone.
In all these years, she dealt with shame
And the one she loved was playing a game.
She hoped this would change one day,
Never thought her life would end this way.
She ran and shut the door.
And no one bothered to stop her.
When they peeked through the keyhole,
They found that she already left her soul.
They busted into tears when they opened the door
“I have the same color of blood as yours,” was written on the floor.
I am Gomathi Sridevi, a budding writer. Having completed my Sociology degree, I took up interest in societal matters and loved to pen down my thoughts through articles and short stories. My passion for writing can be attributed to my childhood habit of reading newspaper everyday. I made efforts by contributing my ideas on societal matters through articles in several magazines to provide deep insights on harsh reality of the society.
