Miss She, a poem by Gomathi Sridevi at Spillwords.com

Miss She

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.

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