Greasy by Avantika Singhal

When I loved eating Junk food at the
age of fourteen, I would always
visit this food joint close to my
house. It was almost always
empty, with no bedlam or
stampedes. I would place my order,
wait, cross my legs, wait, and when
my food would finally arrive, I’d
leave, feeling as if I had accomplished
something applaud-worthy in life.
Now that I am eighteen, I know that
the men behind the counter unclothe
my dignity and lay it together with the
bread in the oven to be broiled. Now
that I am more observant, I see that
this one lad always sings songs while
staring at my chest. Now, that I have become
more conscious of my body which springs
out like lilies in the summer, I wish that I
wore skirts only with frills and furbelows.
And now, I have summarized that harassment
is not just a string of filthy words spewed out from
wet, lustful lips. I have stopped eating Junk altogether.


Avantika Singhal
Avantika Singhal is a 19-year-old poetess living in Jaipur, India. Over the course of her short writing career, she has managed to get her poetry published in various respected literary magazines, such as Writer's Asylum, Red Fez, Textploit, Jabberwock Online, The Indian Review, Spillwords, Emerald Hues Anthology, Hall Of Poets-Valentine Anthology, and Our Poetry Archive, etc. She aspires to make a positive impact on the masses with her writing. Further, she has contributed her literary creations to a bedtime storybook named Tales by Teens, online platforms like Half Baked Beans, MUNation, and The Fable Diaries.


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