Ordinary Woman

You want me to be like her?
she who wears a smile
made of sugar
& ties her hair in a plait
& has a featureless face
& wears nondescript clothes
& has a colourless personality
& smiles & smiles & smiles
till the sugar melts
like her?
O     No
Even if you have ensured I am
totally buried
under all her kind
her copies her photostats
I'm no ordinary woman
you ∽∽∽∽∽∽∽∽∽ see
I'm extraordinary. 

Red Riding Hood

You ask me the moment I am born

to cover myself

with that blackish-red cape

because my breasts are too big

because my stomach spills out

because my back shows

because my what-not is visible.

I wear my cape

as you desire

as you society

asked me to.

I wear it

like my skin

but now after all this time

centuries and millennia

I grow tired of it.

I wish to remove

this dastardly skin/cape.

B e g o n e .

You are no longer mine.

Snake skin-like

I shed you.

I will wear

What I please.

Ode to Cold

Leaky faucet nose
exploding bomb cough
temporarily blocked ears
endless Meenachil eyes
blistering barnacle headache
facial bones that torture
melcow to the world of allergies.