Why are you still unattached?
Like however deep my thoughts were, even if I announce that I orbited around the Earth
or saved Ebola victims, created history or let’s just say…whatever
I am and will always be asked the same question
A dead fish
A meaningful trip
No matter where I lead their thoughts, they always drive back to the same plot
It’s as if I don’t hold any value on my own
It’s as if I will only be interesting when there’s a man beside me
When there’s a hand that holds mine
As if I won’t be able to walk without it
As if it’s a crime to be on my own.