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A MATTER TO UNDERSTAND

'IN VOICE OF A WOMAN'

I am a just born baby giving out cries,
that held the heads in expectation high,
but listening to the first news of merry,
leaving a few all in despair go low.
I am merely a normal girl,
born not in a high rank,
quite secluded from chivalry,
desiring a fare freedom of life.
To my Mumma,
I am herself growing distinct of hers,
She always bear the pain,
for granting me life -she lacked.
To my Pappa,
I am his heart crafted piece of art,
despite he suppresses his emotions,
it can always be sensed.
To my brother,
I am his most beautiful organ,
at times he get annoying, accusing or abrupt
in healing himself with his brotherly love.
To my son,
I am the centre of the Universe,
seeking for all solutions in my lap,
but he grows so fast and time no longer last(s).
To my Husband,
I am demanded to be his ‘better half’,
who can be tortured for mistakes,
and kissed and loved to show regrets.
To my boyfriend,
I am like a serious game,
a game once well played,
that interests no more.
To my friends,
I am just a stepping stone,
which and in whatever ways can be
used to move up in life.
And for the rest of the world,
I am just a subject of pleasure,
anyone-anywhere practices apodyopsis;
more disgusting than being objectified.
It’s not ‘equality’ that we seek for,
for that is utopian even in speeches.
Help from Men is not at all required,
for the world’s most best feminist being perverts.
The true feminism is lost in personal greed.
A suitable space for women
 can only be created by themselves,
 revolting for their rights.


Iridiumous
(A Misogynist)

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