Admist Chaos

Plight of a Romantic Feminist

For,
The man (men) who can do no wrong!

Oh, What a tragedy it is to be a romantic,
A woman in love,
In this world, that is not ready evolve.
Disheartening, really, to realise -
'Love at first sight and happy endings never equalize.'
The moment I get close, the crush I adore,
Becomes someone, I would certainly abhor.
For, the same person who opens the door
Thinks it all right to tell me, what I shouldn't wear,
Thinks it his right to decide my friends, my work.
Oh, he is being a gentleman obviously!
An advice from a person who cares, really,
For ofcourse he paid for my first date.
But, why won't they understand, a romantic gesture
Is all it is, a gesture, not a rite of passage.
And, somehow, now they have all the liberty to guide me,
For what am I, but a hopeless, naive, romantic fool.
No, it is not "okay" to manipulate me
Into thinking that you are all I deserve.
No, it is not "fine" to publicize me
As a high maintenance, a spoilt rich girl,
Because I like gifts,you know you were never forced.
It, certainly, isn't "romantic" when you act like
I am one of your possessions.
And it definitely is not fair
That you assume, I'll be biddable,
Just because, I like big romantic gestures.
It breaks my heart everytime to learn,
My idea of romance would never equate to yours.
Sweetheart, My idea of romance, has flowers;
My idea of romance is cooked dinner;
My idea of romance is sitting in comfortable silence;
My idea of romance is to lend a shoulder;
For "each other", with "each other".
I can pay for my own food, you know,
I even have hands to open the door.
You don't have to be compulsorily chivalrous.
Even though I might appreciate your thought,
I merely wish for your support.
I don't want you to "complete me".
I want you to realise, I am perfectly "whole".
Oh, flaws were never a problem,
Unless and untill you are too proud to accept them.
It isn't even a question of perspectives,
Somewhere, along the way people are misguided
To accept the patriarchal entitlement, as charming.
Remember Darling! Somethings will always be right.
You just have to broaden the mind.
But, as it is, "normal" people are few and far between.
And it does ache my chest and bruise my soul,
Since, I have been a romantic fool all along.

From,
A feminist who desperately wants to fall in love!

©Poem by Felicity