Who Reigns

Is it the walk, the talk, the heels?
The pretty dresses and made up faces?
The loud and busy crowded places?
Or the street corners lined with cars?

Or is it the woman behind the face,
In flip flops or tennis shoes?
Cleaning house, chasing stars?
Dreaming of the brighter day...
When all the games can fade away.

But can it ever really change?
Can the hooker become the housewife?
In which place is her natural reign?
Is she a woman or an object?

When the heels come off,
The make up fades...
And all the pretty dresses,
Get thrown away.

The clean house, trips to the park...
Supermarket shopping...
And in bed by dark.
Can never erase, never take away,
The memories of the object.

The woman will forever fear,
Always struggle... 
Never understand.
What it means to be loved by a man.
For the object will forever,
Live within her skin.

@s.irfanaleem 8.16.2014