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 strength,

To bring me under your control?

Isn’t that your weakness?

Beating or hitting doesn’t reveal your bravery.

Your anger is not something,

That is to be vented on my body.

It exposes your cowardice!!


You share quotes and posts,

Extolling women.

In reality you fail to accept those women,

Who are better than you,

In looks, brains and creativity.

You discredit them for what they have achieved,

Through sheer hard-work,

Without compromising on her character and attitude.

But you are such a coward,

That you stoop to such levels,

As to call her names,

Question her integrity, uprightness,

Thrash her mentally and emotionally.

Oh! I forgot. ‘You are a man!’

You have the right and power to do that!!


I shouldn’t think for myself,

I shouldn’t have a career,

I should confine myself to homely chores,

I shouldn’t be given any freedom.

For fear of it being misused!!

You have been bestowed with all the power,

To control me,

To look after me,

To protect me,

Because, in your eyes, I am weak!!

I should obey you,

Seek your permission to do anything.

Why is it that you have all the privilege?

Is that the privilege exclusive to man?

That the ‘society’ has given you?

You don’t have to obey me,

You don’t seek my permission,

You have all the freedom,

To live life on your own terms.


Sometimes, you boast of being so powerful,

That when you are questioned about love and trust,

I am burnt or killed, 

If I reject you.

You even blackmail me,

For the moments shared believing you,

You body shame me,

Ditch me for my colour,

Lay a list of women waiting for you in queue,

Slut shame me,

You take me for granted for not leaving you,

And keep hurting to that extent,

Which I can’t endure anymore,

All of which are the result of me trusting you.

I don’t qualify to be called so,

In your absence!!

Oh! I forgot. You are so powerful!

You have that special privilege,

That no woman enjoys.

It’s none of my business to interfere with your life.

Hardly did I realise it,

Coz men are men, they say!!

Men who follow the other path,

Are not men, they say!

They are perverts,

Or good for nothing,

As they don’t follow ‘these privileges.’


But I say,

To all those men, women and society,

Who bestow men with ‘those special privileges,’

I am a human being,

I have the brains to think,

I am not a duffer to be fooled.

I have the heart to trust,

I have the right, not to be played with.

I have the right to choose,

To live with the partner I want to.

I have the right to reject,

I have to right to dress, the way I like to,

I have the right to raise my voice,

I have the courage to protect myself,

I am not to be mistaken for the meekness I show.

I have the right to live, 

Despite being raped.

I am not the one to be blamed.

You are the one who raped me.

Hence, I am not the victim.

It’s high time you helped yourself,

To see the ‘other’ from a different perspective.

I am not a slave to be made your stooge.

I am not an object of pleasure, to be used and discarded.

I have the integrity, to stand on my own terms.

I have the right to be respected, the way you are.

Shun your self proclaimed ‘privilege’.

It’s nothing, but the proof of what a jerk you are.

I am a human being.

Just like you.

Respect and accept me for who I am,

Not for the one you want me to be.

I am, who I am!!

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