12 am, she sleeps,
the one I call my mom.
And then from 1 to 4,
I am rapidly torn.
My mother has no clue,
God bless her lack of ears.
I scream at the top of my voice,
While he savors my tears.
What do you get when you combine all the world’s awesomeness and trap it inside a rat hole of responsibilities; A Woman.
‘They say behind every successful man, there is a woman.’ and all the women are like, ‘Wow!’ and that’s the end of it. Really? A bull-shit quote about how women are still behind men, but presented in a cynically refined way is all it took to make an average woman go mum?
That’s the problem you know? The idea of inequality, of bias, of torture, of seeking solace in public movements and poetic words have so been hard wired into your brains that most of the times the solution that you get is an updated, more hideous version of the same old crap or maybe a poem. Continue reading “Happy Women’s Day”