Hush!
The silence of the web,
The cobbled network of wires,
The connections, the talks, the chats
And then the other folder,
The scathing troll attack,
The fierce virtual battle,
The story that made some say,
“Oh my! See that girl, her mother doesn’t look after her”
A girl with a glass of champagne becomes another headline
In the neighborhood news
In the family circle
In the moral police
A guy posting poetry,
Becomes a joke,
Because guys don’t do this
Guys don’t do that
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Girls can’t do this
Girls can’t do that
You can’t write this
You can’t write that
The free internet pack becomes a waste
What becomes a luxury,
Is what others can enjoy but you shouldn’t,
Because you aren’t a part of that crowd,
Judgemental are we,
Because we like being so
But we can’t judge others
For it’s a luxury
That some can afford
Even though it’s affordable for all
So where do I get freedom?
The place where I am known
The Place where I am called a member of the family, a close friend and most importantly being appreciated for what I am.
