I am a woman –
This is not much.
I am a part of species with a softer touch.
I am a piece of history that drowned in blood and soaked in tears.
I am a WOMAN,
Whatever that suggests or means.
I am a person –
This what’s unsaid;
I have been labelled by the right and left.
I am forgotten between the screaming banshees and pig-headed men.
I am a PERSON,
Society, though, do not think I am.
I have a right to go outside the box,
But if I see it fits, why should I change my thought?
If I think babies is my primal need –
Why do you have the right to say it’s foolish or it’s greed?
If I decide that “twenty plus” my size,
Who are you to dictate to me what’s right!
If I am a single, or a housewife, or a boss,
Who gave you right to judge how good I am or what I’ve lost?
I am my own –
That is my right.
No matter what the world decides to fight,
I do refuse to be a standard picture and another crafted mask.
I am MY OWN!
I hope you heard me – finally – at last!