The Haunting Melody
High heels and dark lipstick Short skirts and bare shoulders She walked while society tore her confidence "Oh, she has no character", they said And she heard the haunting melody again Gory flashbacks streaking her memories Carrying the burden of trauma and pain She walked while society ridiculed her "Oh, poor girl with no self-respect", they said And she heard the haunting melody again Sun baked and short tresses Forced to smear herself with 'special' concoctions She walked while society termed her ugly "Oh, she will get no attention", they said And she heard the haunting melody again The different shes snowball into a they Hit by hurling labels, norms and stereotypes They heard the haunting melody again Yet again, from the shes different from them