I am a Woman,
…born from the ribs of a ‘Man’;
I am a Woman,
They say…I am Honour of the ‘Clan’.
I am Equal of a ‘Man’,
Very early this Comparison ‘began’… !
God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…
But very soon they made their ‘choice’,
to protect me from ‘Tan’…,
from sun, wind, and lust of a ‘Man’.
Daughter, Sister, Friend, Wife and ‘Gran’,
All roles, —–I adore ——–and ‘I can,
Give birth to a ‘Man’, protect my child, and hold his ‘hand’….
Yes…all the pain, I love and I do ‘withstand’…..
Yet…always for me…its they who take a ‘Stand’.
Marry me off—–to a distant ‘land’…
This, they do as quickly as they ‘Can’.
For that’s my ‘destiny’….and they save every ‘penny’..;
to make the ceremony — very ‘grand’.
Masters of my fate…they keep changing ‘hands’…,
so I don’t return…even if it gets very ‘bland’.
I embrace every change…I learn every ‘rope’,
Responsible, capable and full of ‘hope’.
Home and outside, Land and Space…all I can ‘Man… ,’
Yet those who ‘care’ …are always full of ’ scare’.
Join hands…they often do…to ‘Pry’…,
all the time…busy keeping an ‘Eye’…
And ever shouting loud,…“Ban, Ban, Ban “….
This was the story till I decided to ‘disband’,
All that kept my dreams slipping like grains of ‘sand’,
The time was ripe to take ‘command’,
I no longer look for a magic ‘wand’,
The joy and the power within is enough to ‘fan’,
My ability to live with purpose and ‘elan ‘ !
I am a Woman,
…. born from the ribs of a ‘Man’..;
I am a Woman,
They say…I am Honour of the ‘Clan’.
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This has been first published here