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The website content is a poignant and evocative poem that delves into the complex emotional landscape of a woman grappling with her identity, societal expectations, and the aftermath of trauma, while asserting her autonomy and challenging the silence and complicity of others.

Abstract

The poem is an intense exploration of a woman's internal struggle with her sense of self and the external pressures imposed by society. It portrays her as a figure who, despite being lured into a "vicious space," is resilient and reflective about her experiences. The narrative touches on themes of abuse, societal paradoxes, and the conflict between the creator and the created. The woman's trauma is depicted as stemming from the core of her being, affecting her deeply and influencing her interactions with others, including a "demon" she associates with. The poem also addresses the societal norms that constrain her, the objectification of her body, and the duality of being both the perpetrator and the victim of her circumstances. The author uses vivid imagery and metaphors to convey the woman's fight against her "deeply estranged dilemma," her plea to society, and her ultimate assertion of ownership over her body and experiences. The poem concludes with a call to action, inviting readers to engage with more of the author's work and to consider the transformative power of poetry.

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The author conveys a strong sense of frustration and pain regarding the objectification and abuse faced by the protagonist, highlighting society's role in perpetuating such treatment.
There is a clear indictment of societal norms that enforce silence and complicity in the face of suffering, suggesting that this collective inaction is as harmful as the direct acts of abuse.
The poem suggests that the protagonist is caught in a cycle of trauma and coping mechanisms, which includes a complex relationship with an abuser, illustrating the multifaceted nature of abuse and its aftermath.
The author emphasizes the protagonist's agency and resilience, despite the adversity she faces, by highlighting her ability to reflect, articulate her experiences, and challenge societal expectations.
The poem reflects on the concept of "learning and unlearning" societal paradoxes, implying the need for a fundamental shift in societal attitudes and personal beliefs to break free from oppressive cycles.
The author uses the metaphor of a "skin-stricken armor" to symbolize the protagonist's protective yet restrictive external persona, which both shields and confines her.
The poem criticizes the hypocrisy of a society that preaches morality while simultaneously enabling and participating in the exploitation and devaluation of individuals, particularly women.

Story of a woman who sells her flesh

You came didn’t you, yet I lure you to my vicious space, for I am the burden yet you are the beast

Answering the woman who is fighting her deeply estranged dilemma

Have you ever felt used, abused, and reused, panting in and out of breath, yet trying to experience closure amidst the forever skin-stricken armor?

People say things as they experience them, for they hail their tongues out to capture the rising Phoenix embedded and coiled under my basal extremities.

Calling, worth ending the haze in the craze of flesh, no feminine in her asinine reasoning,

Forever clutched in far-fetched captivity, chooses to torture her skin.

Social Paradoxes you had created, you made these unending lies of sorrows bereft of learning and unlearning.

Traumatized by the creator and the birthed Father and Mother themselves, puking on the range of sorrows I face, in bouts, breaths, and in my oppressor-laden emotions.

Now you tell me, I was wrong, a hoax, a mistake all along, Yet the demon you sleep with comes and reassesses his vitals to enter me to get rid of you.

Vengeful tryst and time-broadening gusty loopholes were never his strong suit, he never forces me,

Yet I never reject, for a habit formulates an addiction, yet addiction is the subtle silence in the room filled with violence.

Pleading to the populous

Nuisance, Convergence, Flatulence, a being concocted with divisions in lines and layers, fissures and fractions, actions and apologies,

It's like curating your life as you stare at the skid mark, bloat, a glitch in your run-down screens.

Yet alas, my body is mine, I am the perpetrator of a forever consumed agitator that loves to commit profanity with ease of gaze and watches the might of men befall underage women.

Yet these societal lines are never meant to be breached, reach and reach to forever preach and yet act as if nothing matters, you are not my haters but rather believers in tormenting fates, for hate and sophisticate the two dungeons of a looping morality that never ends in perpetuity.

It's neither the animal, beast, or cannibal that is killing me, it's you, your silence, your pretense, and abject ability of riddance that is taking away my life.

One day at a time.

In fractions, in believable actions, as the time ticks you watch.

With the patience of me getting eaten,

left in cold brazen,

building armor to suppress presumptuous heathen.

An eater of eating, the heater of buildings, a crawler of preachings, yet the abuser flies away to the unending dimension, sucked back out by the wormhole of populism.

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