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.



And what else? I can’t go on, I find myself speechless when it comes to her, but I want to talk about her for hours. She’s like the ocean you know? A mixture of Rage and serenity. She pulls you inside her with so much ease and love, you lose yourself, you lose control and the best part? You don’t mind. Perhaps that’s how I lost myself into her.

She is whole in herself. She is content. She needs nobody to complete her, yet she completes everybody half hearted she meets. Perhaps that’s how my heart dwells in her, she’s a stealer, the good kind.

She is simple, No pretence, no faking, no make up, no dress up. 

She is so simple and I can’t get my eyes off her when she smiles, with all the happiness in her eyes, her face glows. It’s like the sun looks down on her smile and finds its sunlight. 

What else can I tell you. I could go on about her.. but I can’t do justice with mere words.

Do you know how we end up being silent when we gaze at a sky full of stars? it’s so beautiful, that you don’t even want to talk, just stay there and look and fill yourself up with life?

that’s what she does to me”