What is integrity.
Your decided humiliation of my penury,
Or my dogged resistance against your infamy.
That you held the high horse,
Publicly asking me not to finger my nose,
Despite who won the derby,
In your sun shone hat,
Plastic smile,
Inherited from genes,
Unknown,
Bygone,
Illiterate,
Yet like a dog,
With its leg raised,
Asking for a change.
Pheromones of your imbecile understanding,
Yet pervade the winds of time,
Your little useless, subtle and gross self,
Goring into my space,
Making me feel
Violet,
With your violation.
That what us rape,
Is not a sexual understanding,
It is a human,
Child like,
Impression.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya
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