Storm in a Glass Case….Fatima Usman

Storm in a Glass Case!!

Fatima Usman

I lived an evening enclosed in a glass case…

I entered with sparkling eyes,

My heart beat elated,

I heard

They were Elite,

Had hearts of gold…

But strange was the air

n’ stranger was I…

They

Chattered about their Men,

About maids,

About chauffeurs,

And diamonds

And fashion

And

Sex…

Everything they owned

Belonged to a brand,

Price tags on each smile seemed Unreal…

Hair sprayed with stiffness,

Perfumed with deception,

Lips coloured in hypocrisy,

Eyes shaded with malice,

Hearts painted in darkness,

Necks rigidly sprained…!

And,

I was a storyteller,

So

They looked at me

From head to toe,

And placed a price tag

On my chest,

Shamelessly saying,

“Worthless!”…