Her Dilemma…

Her Dilemma…

Man is to lead and women are to bleed,

Confused of her identity,

She is questioned right from her seed,

She beautifies life, but is always disguised,

Still smiling on the road with stones to thrive.

Transition she suffers from a girl to a woman,

Acts as a buffer to promote her man,

Still he thinks that he can,

Conquer her with his manhood and clan.

She is defeated for love,

Threatening battle is her luck,

Still pacified and satisfied,

Because she builds up love and never fights back.

Often acquainted of tears,

Often acquainted with fears,

But never for herself,

For her nears and dears,

But a dilemma i face, when i realize my case,

Watching my mothers and grandmothers facing rage,

Do i exist for myself????

Or just a hierarchy to trace.

I want to pick a fight,

My existence is not your choice,

I am born with thoughts,

And want to give them life.

An inclination to womanhood i would be,

By hook or by crook you would see,

And if you intrude me, i would kick you back,

Because i am not the member of that old stack.

The stack that believe,

My presence is to feed,

My family apart and my man’s greed,

My girl would’t ever be attacked of such creed.

My pen today is empowering me,

To trigger you women,

Come and join me,

If not for you than for your daughters,

Do you want her too to face the same bloody slaughter???