Hi, I’m a woman

Hi. I’m a woman, 

and no I will not be defined the way you chose to define me, 

but are my screams really comprehended?

I will not align with the shape of an hour glass,  eat a little less, because my waist is not as blessed, 

as you wished it would be, and,

I will not break a sweat for hours.

and not be gentle or shy or docile 

but will you then accept me?

I’m not afraid of being excluded and marginalised 

I guess that’s what I’m used to, considering all your ties, 

of mindless restrictions on my mind, my body, my clothes and even my choices.

I’m a woman, 

and somehow my dignity hounds me

because you’re not letting me breathe 

shoving it down my throat 

that my vagina is an oath, I have to swear to the right man, my husband, 

and this is what, from the deepest corners of Mt heart I loathe, 

because you persistently persist 

your rigid chains on my oh so feeble ankles,

and sow in my mind a dirty seed

that I’m only an object and nothing more 

seems to me, like it’s better not to exist.
I’m a woman, and it’s so much baggage today

because I’m the more vulnerable one

and you are the protector 

but aren’t you violating me too?

I was told the only limit to me, is in my mind

by learned, wise professors and speakers, 

but reality is a void, I can’t simply ignore that kind,

and it keeps throwing me into a pit 

where you keep letting me, 

the limit to me, is my vagina, 
I’m told to be soft and I’m asked to be shy, 

as I see today, equality is one big fat lie, 

and I look around and see too many ropes, at my disposal, for me to die,

from the measuring tape to the rope and from the rope to the clothes and from the clothes to my body.

You have turned me into a prison

and I can’t breathe, 

this temple that was supposed to be me,

is now simply a confinement 

and I’m shackled, 

because you’d rather have me suppressed 

than have an equal.



Restrictions can feel like a chain around your gullet sometimes. For those who dislike being confined it makes us want to aggress against it.

But that is the thing about social groups, they make you align according to their convenience, and retaliation triggers in them the want to change you even more.
Any kind of social group, family, friends or colleagues, want you to be “familiar” 

Being different or possessing diverging mind sets, ideals and actions from those that they think are right is subject to criticism.
People have a habit making futile conversation about everything that comes to their attention or notice, regardless whether it is something in praise or rebuke, and it is inevitable.
We cannot go around subduing voices that will turn noisy again someday, but what we can surely do is give them a deaf ear, because nothing that people say matters. 
We let it get to us as if it is a sentence we are subjected to, but the truth is, it doesn’t make a difference at all. Most of us, feel the discomfort on being told what to do, what not to do, but the thing is who has asked us to obey? 

One thing I’ve realised is people who cannot accept you for how you are, don’t deserve your presence. Ignore their words of vain and simply find yourself company that gives you a chance and multiples of chances to be yourself .

-WANDERER || Marlyn Pereira