Not Your Indian Goddess

When you walk on the streets
Or don a saree, wear your heels high
Or when you simply smile
You're not "asking for it"

When you can't cook scrumptious meals
Or sit straight and cross legs
Or when you retaliate
You're not meant to be domesticated

When you work 9-5
And still manage to put on
a smile
And everyday ends up being slogged
Lady, you're not meant to be flogged

When you're effervescent
And sometimes incandescent
Or midtimish  blue
You're seriously not "hysterical"

When you can't sew
When you can't dust
Full stops are a must
Lady, you're not Magus's bride

When you force smiles
Choke your dreams
Let out your inner screams
For you need to be heard

It's okay to be alone
in this mundane world
And not be known,
You're definitely not "retarded"

Talk back in anger
Look back in anger
Don't hide, don't fret
You're a rebel and a brat

Be it brothers
Be it mothers
Be it teachers
Or bigot preachers


When they shut you
Lock you in red rooms
Break the silence
End the violence
Let your blood be the poetry


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