A Woman

Clothed in glitters and pink
Or Covered in colored ink
What do you think defines a woman?
God created an indifferent kind
Carved with the finest sharp objects
Naturally or Unnaturally — she chooses
Molded art touched by greatest of hands
A woman is in charge of what she has to be seen
Nobody labels what she is meant to be
She can cook; She can fight
She can stand for what is right
Whatever she paints her face with
Is not meant for a man's satisfaction
A woman can choose and stand alone
They are not less than a man nor better
All humans are born different than the other
What do you think defines a human?
Silk slipping down her skin
Why must everyone label slut on her way of clothing?
And why in a man, less clothes are seen as either fresh or masculine?
I am here not to say every woman must be vulgar
But can't we accept the different taste we all liked?
Being raped does not depend on the clothes worn
But the lust driven on the mind of a sinful pervert
And when the rights of the woman have been torn
Most gazes read pitiful however judgemental assert
A sweet lady in eighteen
Must you be so delicate yet keen?
She can drink tequila and gin
But why is the whispers loud and clear?
Why is she viewed an unlady debauch
She can party and she can dance
Live the night off with the alcohol's trance
Why must the definition of the woman only circle in one?