A Feminist Wave of Fury
I’m not walking ‘before’ Anybody.
I’m not here to parade my body,
Or prance and flit about.
Cause under all the prettiness,
There beats an Amazon heart.
To wear what We want.
To do what We dream.
To be who We are.
I’m watching you with Feminist eyes ,
Waiting for a slip up.
Blood’s been lost for Black and White.
But for battle? Not a drop.
To love whom We want,
But only When We please.
We want to be free.
It’s one thing to be proud of being women but I believe that equality can only be achieved if we treat everyone according to their individual merits. I think that being denied opportunities or being treated as less because of What and not Who you are is a terrible violation of human rights. I’m very young but I am old enough to feel intensely furious about gender inequality, ignorant views of feminism and girls who don’t care about their rights. I’m especially bothered by the thoughtless, stupid sexist opinions of the people I’ve grown up with. I live in Delhi, India and right now it’s a bad place to be female. There are many rapes, gropers, molesters and pretty much anything else that those depraved animals can come up with. I’m not really sure what I can do about it, but I know that feminism means freedom, which also means that we have the right (and duty) to be FURIOUS and that will have to do for now.