WOMAN!!

Born and till the differences appear

she is treated like her brother.

Run, play, climb trees,

no one could stop her ever.

But when she grew older

and her body showed signs,

just because she bled once in a month

did it mean she lost her spine?

Don't do this and don't do that

act of what you are,

these words kill her bit by bit

as she drifts away too far.

She longs for those scars of early childhood,

which she'd flaunt to children then.

Now she's expected to look good all the time,

for the rabid to stop and stare.

Where's her spirit? That of a stallion it was,

now pulling the cart of society, worst than a mule.

Trying to find joy in everything,

she weaves her own noose.

Fathers, brothers and uncles,

the men who have her in control

Is a husband her only option,

to satisfy her soul?

Why marriage? Why kids?why cook and serve?

Are these the only things that women are for?

Shattered are those dreams of becoming something great,

Woman get up!, hurt and get hurt, but leave a blinding scar.