The Woman Inside An Artist

There was no difference between us when god formed me and Adam.

There was no difference between us when we were uncivilized and lived wild.

There was no difference until I accepted the role of mother and he became a breadwinner.

But was the choice I made, made this difference?

 

There was a time when I was married at an early age. 

There was a time, where I was burnt alive in the name of the practice,

To get me protected from the wild beast.

There was a time, where I was denied knowledge and gifted with utensils.

But there was a time, which I overcame with, persistent by following the leader among myself.

 

When the days would come when the society values my chromosome?

When those days come, when I get seen equal not just as species machined to generate sperm out of eggs.

When those days come, when people accept that God is nothing without their mother, the woman?

When those days come, where I don’t see a child of mine being thrown into garbage?

When those days come, where a child like me doesn’t get burnt in the name of caste or dowry?

When those days come, when I don’t get hunted by the wild beast of various genders sexually and verbally?

When those days come, where I feel secured to walk and play alone in the lonely lanes?

When those days come, when I can attend the functions and temples during those painful days?

 

When those days come, when people stop gossiping and acknowledge the Shakti,

The unique personality in me?

When do I get stop getting metaphors with soft prey behind the bars of cages and thorns?

When? When?

 

Probably, I may not attain until I respect myself.

Probably, I may not attain when I persist for my freedom from this society.

Probably, I may not attain until I start thinking with heart along with mind while in love.

Probably, I may not attain when I get blinded by the false promises of the leaders through media but with a promise made to myself with a preference for education.

Probably, I may attain without the support of my family, but not without myself.

Probably, I may attain without my friend's support, But by making my friends condemn the patriarchy comments.

Probably, I will attain by supporting gender of myself at the time of the need.

Probably, I will attain by being a feminist not just in words, 

but in action not just for myself, but for women across the grassroots as well.

Probably, I will attain by creating an empathy-based gender be it a small initiative with my art and words which are repetitive in nature which the universe hears.

Probably, I will attain when I express not to impress the audience, as an entertainment, but educate them with a message of my worthiness in their life.

Probably, I will attain when Adams gets empathized about me and by making them share my role dated to our origin.

Those days are not far apart, till the artist in me speaks out loud and happens to be heard and seen with a voice more powerful than a society impressed media.

I am not a woman, but an artist can emphasize any gender.

Art is not limited to the expression for an impression, they are a way to define a change that an artist wants to see.