Womanhood

Who am I? She asked herself.
Just a pretty face? She hated that.
She wanted to be more.

Her face, her clothes, her body. Was all that they saw.
But what about her wonderful mind?
How she'd love to show that to someone.

Is that someone out there? She wonders.
In that hope she puts her thoughts out.
Crazy. Stubborn. Opinionated. Is all they said.

She speaks and she's looked at with wonder.
Sometimes even dislike.
But at times she doesn't want to. It takes all her might.

She has thoughts. Is someone listening?
She has opinions. Does anyone care?
Or is this what we call womanhood?
Is it meant to be despair?


Comments

Unknown said…
Very nice Mallika. But I also feel we women should start respecting ourselves and stop sympathising. I think we are in a far better world now. I think we should believe in ourselves more and keep doing our thing. We don't need anybody's approval. What world and which world are we talking about?
Unknown said…
Hi there, thanks for reading 😊 I feel women today are quite liberated but that liberation comes out of a struggle. If you haven't ever felt the pinch, that's the kind of space we all want to be a part of. There's no mention of any kind of world here. Just experiences 😊

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