Am I just a body to be used?


You blame that I’m a bane,
Surely it’s all in vain.
Be it any mythology,
Everyone has the same ideology,
Men are superior and women always inferior,
No matter how void it is from the interior.
It’s just a matter of thought,
Many wars they have fought and are still left with a lot.
I don’t know how their thinking is shaped,
They don’t consider their win until women are raped.
People think menstruation is impure,
Undoubtedly, their minds need a cure.
It is the sole indication of women being able to be a mother,
Giving birth to one generation after the other.
Thus, making a world of mankind,
Which is one of its kind!
The system of dowry makes me feel lowery.
I don’t understand why people pay for their loving daughters to leave,
In my opinion, it should’ve been free of cost with a bucketful of grieve!
Equal work for unequal wage,
Is it the way people show, women their rage?
Be a realist, not a fantasist!
You may have endless errors on your list,
But know that being a feminist doesn’t make you a sexist.
Why am I always bruised?
Am I just a body to be used?

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