– Women like us are too much sin, you see.
– We swear like angry race car drivers, crashing our kaleidoscope hearts.
– We spit and claw like tigers at the men who call us sexy just to lay their lecherous hands on our wayward bodies.
– We drip confidence and fuck like it’s a competition.
– We taste like wildfires and crimson sunsets and sticky honey.
– We drink till the lines between insanity and moderation melt into a blur of color and the room spins in ever widening concentric circles (Or maybe it spins because we kiss you like we want to suck your very soul out of your body. Until you’re empty on the inside).
– We’re tidal waves of passion and strength.
– And we leave you thirsty, like an itch you cannot scratch.
– Although you’re drowning faster than you can swallow.
– We are the women men like you call sluts, hoes, and maniacs. Because our spirit alone is enough to start a bonfire in your driftwood heart.
– We are all you want and all you’ll never have.
– We are the women you love to hate.
– So sleep easy darling, and tell yourself that.
– Women like us are too much sin.
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Tanvi Deshmukh is a nineteen year old woman from Pune, India, with an affinity for words and books, cats and coffee, Nepalese food and hippie music, and the colour green (along with Oxford commas). Currently pursuing her undergraduate degree in English, she loves poetry, volunteers at an NGO and plays the keyboard in her free time. Along with devouring books of all kinds, unless of course, she’s in the middle of heated discussions on feminism, patriarchy, gay rights, or what to name the neighbour’s new dog.
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