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Bosom full of pride
While being called a feminist,
Now, longs to escape sudden rages.
Rages capable of boiling blood,
And heating the streaming tears.
Feeling like epitome of justice
While being called a feminist,
Now, longs to escape critics.
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Critics capable of making me shrug
And confusing me for aggression.
Mind full of articles of law
While being called a feminist,
Now, longs to face reality.
Reality where speeches can be faked
But my dreams of equality can’t be.
Body fallen into reality
While escaping surrealism,
Now, longs to be in pain.
Pain of being unloved due to my gender
But I’ve known none.
Pain of disparity in books
But I’ve been given the best.
Pain of being touched without my consent
But I say “NO” as a rebellion.
Pain of sleeping at cattle shed during my period
But I get extra care then.
My calm facade you see,
My mind’s calm too you think.
Not long ago do I forget my own blessings,
Until I hear demons pull down humanity.
Now I long to know,
What’s more important?
Being a feminist or a human being?
