Rebellion

"Who am I? Who am I? " shrieks my soul every time.

My being a woman is my only crime.

I am a victim of gender discrimination

Which has been blindly followed by society in the name of tradition.

Treated like a doormat for no rhyme or reason.

Victim of violence in all forms and season.

Stalking, murder and rape are the latest fads,

For a guy to satisfy his lust from a girl he can never have.

Often regarded as a weaker sex,

Raised on a diet of inferiority complex.

But, beware, o, misogynists, Shakti or power is our name.

We, too, will rise like a phoenix, to status and fame.

We will tolerate indifference, no more.

Treated as a servant in a day and at night as a whore.

We are also humans, treat us with dignity,

Let’s raise the moral standards of humanity.