Where does a Woman live?
What does she call a home?
Her parents’ house is not hers
Her Husband’s place is not her own
Perhaps she lives behind the walls she has built
To keep the savages away
The walls that she casually breaks down
for a slight moment of empathy
She lives under the covers of her diary
In which she has unleashed her real self
Her insecurities behind the strengths
Her tears, which she reserves just for her diary
She lives beneath the clutches of patriarchy
The patriarchy that has dressed up as gender equality
She struggles to break the invisible cage of expectations.
wrapped in the pretext of “WE ALLOW YOU.”
She lives in the strengths of her Consents
She outlives the constant judgmental world
She shelters her childlike, innocent persona
And puts on a fierce mask
To show the world that her wings cannot be clipped
She aspires to live in a home
Where her ideas flow easily
And her thoughts pour without the pretence of shame
Where she doesn’t have to apologize for being herself.
