A note to the girl who hides to smoke
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A poem
Today, can we just ignore “hi” and “hello”?
And let’s clear what stays far from shallow,
You come on a cycle, you can even drive a bike,
So, why do you hide,
While throwing your lips over the pipe?
“What will people think if they know?”
Parents are your own, they would grow!
You do know you like to smoke,
So, Why do you care so much about the globe,
Why do you follow such a stereotype,
Are you broke?
“Oh, I am a girl, no?”
Yes, that’s what you say,
But is it even rational to regard yourself as prey?
Are you not the one, calling,
For equality,
Are you not the one, claiming,
To be a feminist,
Or is it just a ploy to lure more fame,
Just an element to fuel the growing pseudo game?
I may not be a fan of smoking,
But it pains me to see,
That an empowered woman like you remains unfree!
