I, She, They, Run. He doesn't.


I tie my hair in a bun.
To run.
So, I run.
I run,
I run,
and I run.
Under the sun,
in front of a gun,
I run.

Someone loosens my hair
Hijacks my finger
Doubles the fare
By calling it ‘equality’
They double their glare
Calling it fair.
By the time, I and they sweatily reach,
He is well-dressed and already there.
Smiling and claiming his equal share 

No, he is not the tortoise
I am the hare.

~ Aazka 

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