So what is it like
To be a woman?
If anything, I’ll be honest.
It’s tough, very very tough.
To be a living, breathing person
But to be eyed as
Just another object for gratification
To have an avalanche of
Emotions, opinions and plans
But to keep them all bottled up
To be beautiful in one’s own way
But be compared against
An unrealistic “standard”
To be completely devoted to one’s work
But still be seen as passing time
Till our real job of family begins
To be writhing in pain inside
On every single month
But being expected to cover it up
To be able to overcome so much
And so, so much more
But nevertheless, being treated as the weaker sex