Becoming Her!

In the wilderness of joy

I often wonder.

Whether to see life as a human or woman first.

Which one comes first?

I become celebration like some happy occasion or a victory,

Though I am not kept inside appealing wrapping sheets, many are.

Come to think of why? Maybe just being isn’t enough.

Women bring grace and poise to the table of malts and madness.

Sure, something is about to celebrate there and

Without her everything is pastel.

Anyways, it’s already been more than centuries we are being spoken for

So, who am I?

I the woman will happily join the carnival and gyrate my soul in celebration,

And shed some tears in the name of thy woman I am becoming.

Cheers to becoming her!