I am the woman,
Living in words of hope and sacrifice,
I am the woman,
Living in all human life with it's noble and vice.
Haunting truths of subjugation in broad daylight,
Comforting tears of loneliness in the night.
I don't need the world and it's grudges against me,
But still I stand without hope for it, as it needs me.
I have been a saviour,
Of people's expectations and inane being.
I have been a murderer,
Of my own convictions and thus my zest damping.
I have been oppressed.
I have been hurt,
Stripped off dignity and pride,
Stripped off my being and me.
I have been disparaged,
I have been modified,
People control my freedom,
People control my reasons.
They turn me into a commodity,
And ask me to act in a particular way.
I am tired of being nice,
I am tired of this world,
Where everyday a woman's dreams dies,
And her wings every day cut or furled.
I am tired of the do's and the don'ts
I am tired of the burden
Of acting, wearing, doing, thinking in
A way, considered apt for me.
I am the reason of life,
Even then, I am the bearer of all aches and detestation.
I give, give, give and give more,
Not because I am weak,
I don't need strength from this two-faced world,
They should just know,
The burden of their deed
I am carrying.
Needs more strength to
Let go of one self,
Than they can imagine.
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First of all, Its just a voice of common women. The poem isn't against men. It just stands for a woman. I hope you will receive it in that attitude only. :)
Thank you all! Love! :*
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...