Yes, I am a woman.
The one who was loathed at birth.
The one unloved in childhood.
The one who had to abide by rules.
The one who was not supposed to question norms.
The one who was taught to be blind, timid and shy.
The one who did all and had none.
The one who was a doormat.
The one who would never complain.
The one who could be handled like a puppet.
The one who could be stared at, touched inappropriately and used.
The one who was an object.
The one who died without mourning.
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I am a woman.
Free. On my own.
Yes, I am a woman.
Comments
Was dark , painful and yet the reality we dont wanna see.
I do consider your mourning your sex bad luck in this high refusal tone. I respect you a lot.
Thanks :)
Yes.
Thanks !
Apologies ! I cannot catch your name.
Thanks for being here,reading this and caring to drop in a few lines.
Thanks !
:) Thanks a lot ! Readers like you give me a pep to keep going.
:) Yes,it has. For the better.
i love your thoughts that made you write this!! :)
Thanks dear !