Just women

Ages and ages on, men have called women “the bright moon”, “a glittering star”, and “a fluttering angel”;

And pretty much everything celestial, ethereal and probably unreal.

But just like you, oh! men, we live and breath, we are just women;

As much blood, as much lust, and just as much human.

We are called the weaker sex, isn’t that a gorgeous misconception ?

If you claim to be physically strong, then why did the nature make us carry, and let you stop with impregnation?

You term your ships, your cars and continents a “she”, Is it to pay us your respect?

If yes, then why can’t you let us sail it or drive it or rule it, why oh, why do you suspect?

Is it possible to understand the fact, that we - the women, also lust ?

That we can be loud, dirty, and wild - and even for us, the F word is a must ?

Then, why do we have to be violated, raped, acid attacked- like lab rats, when we firmly say a No ?

We are still out there fighting on the roads and begging for our rights to live, and our right to say “Yes, so?”

We can wear spacesuits and coat suits and tracksuits and swimsuits all with equal grace,

Yet we are killed even before we’re born and never valued more than just a pretty face;

Depression, oppression, aggression, criticism, cynicism we face them all as much as you do,

Just don’t think, it stops there, we have the postpartum too.

We know it’s difficult to wrap your head around this, but it’s really a simple thing we ask you to do;

Stop objectifying, mummifying and angelizing us, we’re sick of it all; Just equalize us to all of you, that - just that would do…

For we are just women;

As much blood, as much lust, and just as much human.



I am Krupa, a regular nutcase, with a crazy impulse to write lot of stories and poems. Am Indian, crazy, creative, bookworm, incurable romantic and insatiable Coffee lover.

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