New Gods- Rishabh Motwani

As time went on, you had to exert influence,

just hurting and assaulting in the literal sense wasn’t enough, I guess.

You wanted to reduce them to a concept,

an associative complement,

nothing on its own,

a voiceless ornament.

The old ones were better in comparison,

at least they didn’t wilfully reduce somebody’s existence to mere association.

Thinking a woman is only ever fit to be a man’s wife,

you place her under a glass ceiling—

clip her wings, peg her ambitions,

and cage her in an environment that deters her journey before it even begins.

How abhorrent!

All the cuss words are centered around women and used incessantly by tasteless little men,

while proving their point,

that nobody wants to listen.

Eve and Sita facing the sole brunt of Man’s Lust—insatiable,

since time immemorial.

And the language chosen can be very telling,

especially of the source from where it’s originating.

You really have to nosedive and sink to the deepest pits of misogyny and envy to put together words that revolting!

But you can only do so much to hurt someone,

and centuries of oppression and subjugation,

have made these wingless angels,

breathers of fire!

Now they fear no one.

A state one achieves when they’ve seen everything.

I’m not surprised that these angels have started referring to themselves as ‘Goddesses’,

they’ve moved on from the ‘Men’ that had claimed to have ‘made them’.

It’s full circle.

It’s long deserved.

Amidst the chaos, they were always destined for emancipation.