By Anusuiya Hazuwary
I’m a woman of five feet two,
Yet I stand at par with you.
I’m a woman you might want to possess in a night club
But never would consider introducing your mother to.
I’m a woman on the street with a baby
Whose father is a distant nightmare.
Maybe he haunts you too at the darkest nights
When the lights are gone
But I murmur to your wails about the victories of the day
That waits at the end of this night.
I’m a woman whose jet black eyes, full-bloomed lotus lips
And hour-glass bodily structure you desire to satiate your ever-green lecheries.
But lo! More than these I’m a woman of reigning glories
Which you undermine with the word “feminazi”.
You venerate Sita while despising Draupadi for questioning patriarchy,
But doom be with you because I’m that woman.