When u wake up
In the dawn,
With tired mind
Filled with endless frawns,
Of stares and jokes
On your looks,
Holding it all together
With tampons and hooks.
Laugh they may always
When you talk,
Scared that you may
breakfree that social block,
Slut, bitch, whore or cunt
They would say,
To make themselves
Have a better day.
“Inspite of being a woman”
Some would clap,
For a good work
Or an exposed strap,
And, “like a man”
Some would exclaim!
For a dared endeavour
Or a wishful aim.
When all else fails
They would try,
To touch, assault or rape
Till you cry
Scream all ,you want
You are the shame,
Your clothes, hair,breasts,
vagina take the blame.
Doubt not
You’d be asked
Questions? Questions?
Boy or Girl?
Dark or fair?
Tall or short?
Career or family?
Age or marriage?
Job or kids?
Jeans or saree?
Your surname or his?
His family or yours?
Answers..Answers
That you won’t have.
Still,
Everyday you would
Get up to fight
Put on the red cape
And take that flight
They would look up
And see how you slay
And the princess
Would have saved the day!