This one's inspired by a rape case that took place in Delhi. This one talks about a woman, her prestige, her honour, her sacrifices and her power. Here it goes..
She gave life, she is a wife
She is a mother , she is a friend
She is a sister, a survivor to end.
Appreciate her? We don't dare
Ask her worried? We don't care
Wipe away her tears, invisible as air
She works, cooks, cleans
She laughs, helps comfort and hides her pain
All this is she, and what do we do?
Complain and create a mess
Provide stress and leave her feeling depressed
Push her away and ignore her advice
Tell her she is nothing, without thinking twice
She was raped, tortured, abused
Told she was nothing and would be always be used just for pleasure, forget her pain.
She swallows her pride, put her fellings aside
Does as you need in order for you to be free
Ignores your ignorance and tolerates your flaws
You call her slut, bitch, hoe and tramp
She answers with pride, dignity and a complete loss of self
You call her nothing
I call her strong, smart, sensual, caring, giving, surviving, tolerant and powerful
I call her woman.
