How many times will you question me
For the choices I make
And tell me to stay in my limits based on my "gender".
How many times do I have to question my own identity,
Because the society in which I live in doesn't agree to it.
How many times, do I have to make sure that there are no stains at the back of my skirt,
Because having a blood stain during menstruation is more shameful than colouring ones hand with someone else's blood.
How many times, do I have cry myself to bed
Because crying is a symbol of weakness and I shouldn't let others see my vulnerability.
How many times, do I have to ask the waiter at the fancy restraunt to pass me the bill instead of giving it to my male friend by default,
Because that has always been the trend assuming male to be the bread winner and the symbol of power.
How many times, just how many times,
Do I have to write about these issues so that it may make some impact.
Maybe just few more times till I give up my so called sophistication of this adulthood,
And fight like a warrior for my rights in the battle field like Arjun,
For what is right even if that means fighting the ones you love, even your own blood.
Because the change that I wish to see in this world and to make sure to make a progressive future for the next gen,
Home is the place to begin.
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