Why The Woman?

From the moment she is born we treat her like a curse

We carry on for almost forever and that is what is worse

She walks down the street and we compare her with everybody that she’d ever meet

She beats him in a race and we make a face in our seats

Did she ask for this defeat, never?

We have parades, for so many decades

But as this day finishes, our show of love towards them slowly fades.

She selflessly moves around on our joint ground for us

She may be tired, she may be crying she may be dying inside but she will be lying for us.

She does all these things for us but did she ever ask for anything in return? Never.

And that is why

Let me be the woman I want to be

The woman you would want to see

The woman who would like to set all the barriers free

I do all these things because I am capable

Not because you tell me that I am able not because you tell me that I am stable.  

I appreciate the support but why?

Why do we walk around with banners and labels to show that women try?

Do we not struggle like everybody?

Or do we you still have trouble to admit that we are somebody.

Over these years we have been happy, with how equal we have shaped ourselves to be

Now it is in your hands to see, to stop

You live with a mother in a mother

Then why would you treat everybody in this mother as some other?

Show don’t tell, as soon as signs are held up high to give support, to tell.

Our power, our strength, we, will repel.

Aarushi Pandey

Grade 8