Eyes that are greedy
Burn bright green;
Eyes are so easy,
They tell everything.

I know he is looking
His eyes are mean,
Can see through the veil
Oh! it has to be him.

My hands are shaking,
So are my legs,
He knows I am nervous
It shows on my face.

He had found my fear
In broad daylight
I know I’m scared, but
I just cannot hide.

He has frozen my world
With eyes of stone,
He can rape my body
But not my soul.

[…my first poem ever, from the narrative of a woman. Only ladies can tell, if it is anywhere near success and forms a strong social message. ]

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