I AM A WOMAN IS THAT MY MISTAKE???

I was born with no idea of who I was,

All I did was crying when hungry and smiling when lifted by momma,

When i began growing momma made me wear a frock,

I asked her why can’t I wear shirt and trousers,

It was then that she told me that I was a girl,

Later when I reached school we wore pinafores and they wore shorts,

We played indoors and less risky games,

Where as they played all the games,

When i attained puberty rules were being laid down,

They were left free with neither rules nor regulations,

We were reprimanded, chided, and told not to do this not to do that,

Where as they were just asked why they did this and that,

From 9 months in the mother’s womb, to 21 years of being with parents,

Only to be passed onto being under someone again,

U gave me this to eat, that to wear & marriage vows to swear,

Ever asked me whether i wanted it, did u even care?,

When i started stepping out to work, u started to complain,

While i was wanting to rise, u were out there to suppress,

Being there for u in every way as a sister, daughter, wife etc,

Still u never learnt to respect where as i learnt resilience and tolerance,

Having got the freedom who has misused it u or me??

I have a life to live, choices to choose, u say my dress provokes,

Without me u can’t even more a stroke,

All my trust, faith, happiness u by ur beastly act have broke,

Nothing but my own tears into my clothes they soak,

Not even once deep down in your heart does it not poke,

That u used me, ripped me apart and killed me but,

Ur eyes never go moist, neither does ur throat choke? right?

My soul laments in pain for ur cruelty and i have just one question to ask

“I AM A WOMAN IS THAT MY MISTAKE????”