I am, who I am
I am, who I am You call me a slut, A bitch, A call girl, A prostitute, But I never become one, Without you. Why are you hiding your identity then? For fear of your image? Ain’t me having an image? You reveal my identity... Then why not your’s? Yes, I always get those tags, because of you. Then why aren’t you called so? I am a human being. I have the same mind, blood and emotions as yours. Then why use derogatory words against me? You are not superior to me, Nor am I inferior to you, But when I question you, You call me a feminist! Then I call you a male chauvinist! You needn’t be called so, Because, only if you think, That I am questioning you, And you abuse me for that, Then, you are one. You beat me. You say you have the right to. Do you beat anyone else? Then you are a habitual beater. Do you beat your equals, Who are as strong as you physically? May be or may be not. But you beat me, don’t you?, Just because you cannot control me. Mentally? So you need to use your physical st...