Once again,
I was made to feel guilty to let myself free,
Free to indulge in my guilty pleasures,
Free, to be able to have a hookup.
Once again,
I was questioned for doing what I did,
Choosing my frowned upon indulgence,
Choosing lust over a relationship.
Once again,
I was questioned for my activities,
For being a girl,
For being a girl on my own terms and conditions.
Once again,
I was asked to stop,
Stop breaking the chain of patriarchy,
Stop trying to rise above the shackles of the so-called society.
Once again,
I was treated as an outcast,
Because I decided what I want to do with my body,
Because I and my activities were seen as shoddy.
Once again, I turned to another man, Moving on from one relationship to another, Moving away, from the cycle of one heartbreak, onto the other.