We are Women


Not everyday do we have a choice,
Why not raise our voice?
Against the ones who see us with lust,
And our cries blew up in dust.
Leaving behind the ruins of an innocent soul,
Touched by hands of coal.
They march when one of us dies,
Pushing us beneath a bed of lies.
Blaming us for the attire,
Cases pending, even judges retire.
Talk about Independence we got,
Little do they know, how much she fought.
Being a crime so usual,
They blame us for being casual.
Don't wear shorts or tights,
We question our own rights.
You keep us shut,
And say there shouldn't be any buts.
You'll someday watch us fly,
And touch the sky.

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