On being a woman

P.S : I think some feminists would disagree with this

It is not being unthankful that leads me to pen these words down

but I just don't like to be born as woman

I cannot keep up the emotional capability that grows vast when you meet someone new on regular basis

Don't lie to me

Because that is why we raise the wall high

We are too protective of ourselves

Just because we have to

We are born as attractions in this man's world

Our breasts, our hips, our lips, our hands, our legs, and faces...

They are powerful, but aren't strong enough to rule

I am tired of hearing the words of encouragement by brothers and sisters

While, the fact that there are women out there who are hurt

of what they own

of what they have in their bodies

Their breasts, their hips, their hands, their legs, and faces...

Don't tell me that beauty isn't vain

But convince us

Don't define me from how I appear

How busty my chests are, how toned my abs

Don't judge me from 

the fairness of my skin

the silky raven color of the hair which I don't own

But instead judge me from my knowledge

how articulate and how fluent I answer to your questions

Convinced me that even I gan 10 pounds of muscles and fat, or drop down my weight to almost skeletal

When no men find it impossible to like and love

But please, find a reason to appreciate me of what I am

Because no matter how much I love to hear and shout

the words of encouragement and feminism

I cannot fathom the desire to be with a man who respects me well enough

I want an attachment of physical, emotional, spiritual and mental

Because something tells me that I could not make it

by having only

my breast, my hips, my face, my hair, my brain, my spine...

On being a woman, we are strong enough to survive alone

But being me,

I want to surrender