You try to hide your women in thin threads of colour cast and religion. You hide them behind the shattered ceilings of your sin. And you tell them “It’s for your protection”.
You stop women from going out, meeting people, and cover the thick khol of their eyes and you tell them “this is because I love you”.
You beat your women for having a voice, a right, an opinion, revolutionary sight. and you tell them “it’s because you’re mine”.
You are against your women for having an education, to get a degree, and to work in cooperative sector. And you tell them “It’s because you won’t fit”.
You rape your women because the clothes were reveling, her walk was appealing, and sometimes, only because of the gender. And you tell them “It was your fault”.
Every other day, You tell your women things You instruct, You command A lot. And justify saying “You don’t know enough”.
So, today I’m here to tell you. You do all of this because you know, 1. They don’t need your protection. 2. You’re in love with the bodies. 3. They fit everywhere. Because you know If you can fit in them, they can fit the whole world in them. 4. Every time you say it’s their fault, you show your cowardice in accepting yours. 5. And you definitely know, that your women know A LOT, more than all of you combined. And you’re just scared of the things they know.
And everytime you break a woman, you break yourself.
Lately, I have been feeling so pissed at world and my head seems full of rants, probably not going to talk about that to someone. So I guess I’m starting to write them down here.
I have been called pretty, beautiful and all the things someone want to hear, but I don’t want to hear that. I wanted to hear something more that that, something that have value to me ( values and ideas vary) .Recently, I met one of my aunts, she looked me and said you’re going to be a great mother…
Okay. I get it. Women are the arc reactors where we put the same ingredients and wait for the same products, the same expected results from generations.
She didn’t ask me about my major or my favourite book, what if I don’t want to be an arc reactor? What if I want to be more that what I already am?
Why people always talk about boobs and womb, why nobody talk about strength and brains? Why they always talk about finding the right guy and have the fucking happily forever and after? Are we living in Disney’s dimension?
Why no one is teaching their kids to be more than what they can be?
Like clouds and rain
we are supposed to let go pain.
It’s said not to dwell on past
but does mind ever stop?
They command you to
walk on betrayal
then talk about hope.
I know you’re running
out of patience and
have been there myself,
I too am
tired of hearing
songs of disguised elf.
You must be brave though
breathing after blood and war,
You have left flesh
and became poetry
I am proud of you
for coming this far.