I am that women,
whose cardigan isn't saggy to host one,
I walk till the edge of the lane sotto voce.
I am that woman,
Who uproots her brows,
Solely to armour her boyfriend's frown,
To an overbearing discontent I'm prone.
I am that progressive woman,
Who endures the final round of cultural fests,
Graded and degraded by male chauvinists,
I manifest penis envy.
I am that one woman,
Who switches sides with being male,
As to not suffer slights.
I am that woman,
Who loathes being robust,
That the man next door has binoculars.
I am that woman,
Whose tears are not tears,
But could fill goblets crimson.
I am that woman,
Who isn't undaunted by Kuki destiny,
I'm sensitive to the atrocities of my race,
And the hearth in my eyes,
Wouldn't testify for a Ram.
I am that woman,
With no ground under my feet,
I even augment the earth I stamp.
I am emboldened by the roller coaster ride!