Am I Loved?A Poem by Anjali VedI'm asking myself If I'm lovedThe way to love is not similar For men and women Yes, it’s true A woman is liked when she is vulnerable When she is submissive When she is delicate A man is liked when he is strong He brings things to the table He provides for the woman, and the children The way a man loves can never match the way a woman loves Or I can say love is nothing But our perspective of feelings I always wonder if he likes me He feels he belongs to me He feels me his dream girl I think I’m loved because I’m a woman I’m not loved because I’m a good person I’m not loved because I’ve got a soft heart And I’m not loved because my smile is beautiful I’m loved because I can make a man feel superior I’m loved because I can bear a child in my womb I’m loved because I can stay quiet despite the hassle And I’m not disrespecting men They are as beautiful as women But the way they love can never match The way we love them No comparison, no demands But only a question that strikes me Who likes whom, and when? When did I like him? When he opened the door for me When he held my hand to cross the road Or when he bought me an expensive gift And when did he like me? When I surrendered myself to his arms When I shared my skin with him Or when I understood his emotions and feelings I feel disheartened to feel that Our love is only conditional We can love nature, the trees the flowers Because they have nothing to give us More than breath, and calmness But when it comes to love We’ve got a never-ending list I’m still on that page Where I ask myself Am I loved because I’m a woman? Or because I’m a lovable person in reality? © 2024 Anjali Ved |
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