They call me bitch...

THEY CALL ME BITCH.

Poor family I got gifted,

from joy my focus didn’t shifted.

A simple life I lived.

In god I believed.

I worked to survive,

To family I drive.

Helping mom was my aim,

To no one I blame.

My boss was fond of ‘I’

& I didn’t know why?

Once working till late,

Game played my fate.

I was harassed by boss,

Raped I was, in gross.

For him I was a caged bird,

He made my life mud.

My life than totally changed,

To him ‘safer side’ he arranged.

‘Dirty’ all thought of me,

& with tears I plea.

Mom, left me till gate.

& with despair I sat.

Like a street dog I felt,

& no one’s heart melt.

Somehow I got work,

& received a bit perk.

At 28, alone I dwell,

& life’s no less than hell.

Loneliness kills me all time,

Life is colourless & lime.

God...what’s my crime?

That life still needs to stitch,

As they call me bitch...THEY CALL ME BITCH.