#Gender

362 posts
  • unsung_seagull 4w

    Dreamicide

    As dreams sway
    With the winds
    And the leaves.
    Colours depart
    Unceremoniously
    Through petty sieves.

    Hopes beyond
    Window panes,
    Are stuck in
    Narrow lanes.
    Some at edges
    Of brain.
    Others at social
    Restraints.

    Staring eyes,
    Complaining cries.
    The rain that
    Falls here is meant
    In a stinky drain
    Of prejudice.

    The broth in the
    Cooker is
    Purposefully spoilt.
    Light outside
    The room is meant
    Only to the flies.

    A bird that
    Learnt to fly is
    Just a good hunt
    For over a night.
    The one that sang
    Looks beautiful
    Only in a cage,
    Saree is a disguise.

    Dreams are rare
    Ceramics for
    Visitors' display.
    Teen Girls in
    Colors are reserved
    For slave trades.

    Either you die
    As a wife or
    Live long enough
    To be aborted.
    Between two
    The girl that lives
    Here is a curse.
    If she's manly enough
    To dream,
    It can get worse.

    ©unsung_seagull

  • ashwinkrao 7w

    பெண்ணே உன் வரவால்
    பூஞ்சோலை பூத்துக் குலுங்கும்
     
    வான் வளைந்து
    வண்ண வில்லாகும்
     
    கடல் குதூகலமாக
    கால் தொட புவியேறும்
     
    தன் மெய்மறந்து வான்
    தூவும் மழைச் சாரல்
     
    மதி கூட உன்னை காண
    முகம் மலரும் நிதமும்
     
    என பலவித கற்பனைகள்
    எனை கவர புனைகிறாய்
     
     என் காதலை பெற
    எளிதாய் வழி காட்டுகிறேன்
     
    தேனொழுக கவிதை வேண்டாம்
    தேள் கொட்டும் சொற்கள் தவிர்ப்பாயா
     
    துவண்டு விழும் பொழுது
    தூணாய் தாங்குவாயா
     
    சவால்கள் நான் எதிர்கொள்வேன்
    சளைக்காமல் கரம் பற்றி இருப்பாயா
     
    எனக்காய் தியாகங்கள் செய்ய வேண்டாம்
    என் தியாகங்களை உணர்வாயா
     
    கனவுகள் பலவுண்டு எனக்கு
    கட்டிப் போடாமல் கூட நிற்பாயா
     
    உலகனைத்தும் வேடம் மாற்றினாலும்
    உண்மையாய் என்றும் இருப்பாயா
     
    தலையில் தூக்கி வைத்து கொள்ள வேண்டாம்
    தடை செய்யாமல் ஊக்குவிப்பாயா
     
    சுதந்திரம் நீ அளிப்பதல்ல - என்
    சுய உரிமை என உணர்வாயா
     
    வானளாவ புகழ வேண்டாம் - என்
    வானத்தின் எல்லைகளை தகர்ப்பாயா
     
    உனது விடைகள் எனக்கு வேண்டாம்
    உனது கண்களில் உண்மை தெரிந்தால்
    உன்னுடையவள் என்றென்றும் நான்
    உயிருள்ள வரை என்னுடன் வருவாயா
     
    ---
    ©ashwinkrao

  • samriddhi__ 8w

    We women are capable of doing so many things.
    Yet we are suppressed.
    When we voice our opinion, we are sushed down.
    We are called ill-mannered, reckless and what not.
    We talk about equality but equity is lost.

    Why is the price we pay for being opinionated so high?
    Who are we living for?
    We belong to ourselves and no one else.
    We have our own individuality.
    We have our own dreams and abilities.

    Cooking, cleaning, household chores aren't gender based.
    Its something every gender has to learn and perform.
    Women are not the only one supposed to take care of the house, children and what not.
    It's a shame that this mentality exists and that people are ignorant when it comes to this issue.

    We women aren't just meant to be confined in the four walls of the house.
    We are meant to soar high with our intelligence, resilience, perserverance, dreams, capabilities and free will.

    Why are we made to feel like the breathe we take is not even ours?
    What is exactly ours?
    We are ours.
    Our body is ours.
    Our individuality is ours.
    Our dreams are ours.
    Our voice is ours.
    Our life is ours.

    I smell male patriarchy, suppression and the dirt that one woman throws on another in the air.
    What is more beautiful than a woman lifting up another?
    Why are we so tangled that we become obstacle of our own progress?
    The last thing a woman needs is another woman degrading her.

    Men and women lifting eachother up is what a revolutionary world looks like.
    A world with voices of every gender heard is a world full of rhythm.
    Understanding eachother and their individuality, respecting it and helping eachother in the circle of life is a life indeed.
    A life with shared responsibilities, equal opportunities is a life worth living.
    A world with equality, respect and equity is a world afterall.
    ©samriddhi__

  • samriddhi__ 8w

    We women are capable of doing so many things.
    Yet we are suppressed.
    When we voice our opinion, we are sushed down.
    We are called ill-mannered, reckless and what not.
    We talk about equality but equity is lost.

    Why is the price we pay for being opinionated so high?
    Who are we living for?
    We belong to ourselves and no one else.
    We have our own individuality.
    We have our own dreams and abilities.

    Cooking, cleaning, household chores aren't gender based.
    Its something every gender has to learn and perform.
    Women are not the only one supposed to take care of the house, children and what not.
    It's a shame that this mentality exists and that people are ignorant when it comes to this issue.

    We women aren't just meant to be confined in the four walls of the house.
    We are meant to soar high with our intelligence, resilience, perserverance, dreams, capabilities and free will.

    Why are we made to feel like the breathe we take is not even ours?
    What is exactly ours?
    We are ours.
    Our body is ours.
    Our individuality is ours.
    Our dreams are ours.
    Our voice is ours.
    Our life is ours.

    I smell male patriarchy, suppression and the dirt that one woman throws on another in the air.
    What is more beautiful than a woman lifting up another?
    Why are we so tangled that we become obstacle of our own progress?
    The last thing a woman needs is another woman degrading her.

    Men and women lifting eachother up is what a revolutionary world looks like.
    A world with voices of every gender heard is a world full of rhythm.
    Understanding eachother and their individuality, respecting it and helping eachother in the circle of life is a life indeed.
    A life with shared responsibilities, equal opportunities is a life worth living.
    A world with equality, respect and equity is a world afterall.
    ©samriddhi__

  • gyandeep91 12w

    फूलन देवी

    फूलनदेवी आज आपका शहादत दिवस है आप हमेशा महिलाओं को प्रेरित करती रहेंगी । अत्याचार बलात्कार जैसी घटनाओं के खिलाफ हथियार उठाकर आपने जो जाति और लिंग भेद की बेड़ियों को तोड़ते हुए संघर्ष किया वो सदैव प्रेरणा दायीं रहेगा । माना कि हथियार सही रास्ता नहीं हो सकता पर फ़िर भी आपकी कहानी महिलाओं के लिए सदैव प्रेरणादायी रहेगी और आज के वक्त में कुछ और ज्यादा जब बलात्कार की इतनी घटनाएं होती है जब दलितों को शोषित करने की हजारो हजार घटनाएं हो रहीं है । बड़े दुःख की बात है कि अगर सिर्फ बलात्कार और दलित अत्याचार पर एक अख़बार निकाला जाएगा तो उसमें भी सभी घटनाओं को नहीं छाप पाएंगे । कुछ लोग कहतें है कि मानव समाज ने प्रगति किया है, पर कैसी प्रगति ? कैसा बदलाव? हम आज मनुष्य से जानवर बन रहे है । सिर्फ दोहन करना सीख रहे है चाहे वो किसी का भी हो ।

    ©gyandeep91

  • puranidiary 16w

    I hope one day Gender ,sexuality, preference and all things which am still not aware of will be no more a topic of taboo for society. I hope one day we don't need to teach and educate people to accept them but to believe and propagate the idea that they already belong here as much as we so called "normals" do . One day i hope they
    can roam and breath freely with no judgments.

    I believe i m too young to speak all this but still here's my try to give it a voice. I had no intention of #nohappyending but that's how things are in reality only few experience a fairy tale here ����

    Correct me if i m wrong somewhere
    @writersnetwork @miraquill a read?
    #pride #miraquill #gender #change #ceesreposts #pod

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    Amidst shards of toycars and blue cradles
    He painted salmon skies of identity in doddle
    His skin suffocated in saffron shirts and hoax attire
    behind closed doors he draped the dolls with pious desires
    "Two shades of lipsticks "gifted his parched lips wide smile
    But they preached thick strands of moustache suited his style
    he smudged the stroke of fearless kohl in his ocean eyes
    Vigilant looks of mob drenched his cheeks with storm of cries
    he hummed the serenades in nights in his silken voice
    and choked his existence with echoes of manly noise
    "One stroke of nailpaints "graced his beauteous glory
    and few stealth of sleeves shielded his gallant story
    He teared the traces of sexuality with knives of aphaetic role
    And embraced the cwtches of torment just to be a part of all
    Day by day every inch of skin mourned his journey of lies
    clutched his conscience and suffocated his collarbones with tye
    Self love sobbed all summers, Withered wishes wailed in winters
    Breezes burnt his blushes and rainbows rashed his fingers
    And one evening he freed his fears and decorated all self doubts
    "One splash of foundation" and gentle touch of blooming brushes
    He painted his skin magenta and clothed chromatic hope
    He scrambled upon blue stool and kissed the brown rope
    He loosened tight traditions and played the pride cassette
    Holding the tiny doll he hugged the SHE caged in her soul
    i witnessed it all and chased his last breath through my quill
    I scribble and scribble the fatal facts and rhyme my rage
    They all praise my pieces and deny their duties with no voice for CHANGE!
    ©puranidiary

  • insight_of_me 16w

    Stereotypes.(2)

    While there is a huge debate going on concerning cooking skill and its association with gender.

    Me: If you are a human with a stomach then you should know how to earn food and how to cook food.
    If you are an animal with a stomach then you should know how to hunt or search for food.
    That's it.
    ©insight_of_me

  • loveneetm 17w

    विवशता

    मन के भीतर बैठी नारी,
    कहें बाध्य हो जीवन में,
    नर का तन लेकर कैसें,
    मैं प्रियतम संग प्यार करूँ।

    होती गर में भी नारी,
    तो हक होता उन पर मेरा,
    प्रेयसी नहीं भामिनी बनकर,
    मैं भी अपनी मांग भरूँ।

    हाय विधाता किस कारण,
    यह बैरन दुःख साध्य कियो,
    जीवन का आनंद प्रेम,
    कैसें वो प्रेम स्वीकार करूँ।

    फिर भी है आनंद मुझें,
    वो मिलें जो मेरे अपनें है,
    जिनके आगें मैं नितदिन,
    षोडश सुंदर श्रृंगार करूँ।
    @लवनीत

  • lifeistooochota 17w

    He - If you ever wanna change yourself what it would be ?
    She - my gender

    ©lifeistooochota

  • shubham_20 20w

    ©shubham_20

  • loveneetm 23w

    चुभन

    सजना धजना चूडी कंगना,
    पायल बिंदी लुभाती है,
    मैं नर के भीतर नारी हूँ,
    जो सदा मौन रह जाती है।

    अब भी कैसें बोलूँ मुख से,
    यहाँ लोक लाज मर जाती है,
    मैं भी एक प्राणी हूँ लोगों,
    जिसको दुनिया झूठ लाती हैं।

    मेरे भी अंदर प्रेम भरा,
    मैं दुल्हन बनना चाहती हूँ,
    प्रियतम की मुझको भी आशा,
    मैं भी भीतर शरमाती हूँ।

    पर काया की यह बैचैनी,
    मुझ रोज याद दिलाती है,
    मैं नर के भीतर नारी हूँ,
    जो सदा मौन रह जाती है।
    ©loveneetm

  • light_ofthe_heart 26w

    Roots

    Where are you from???

    I am from that part of the world where a feminine is still overlooked
    To tell you my tale in summary:
    I am that dark skinned girl who was looked down because of her colour
    I am that child who was ignored because of her race
    I am that daughter who was kept isolated because of her tribe
    I am that lady who was told to not go to school because she was a female
    I am that woman who was told to stay at home because of her gender
    I am that same person who was always told to step aside for a man because I am a woman.
    So yes, I am from a world where a lady is told that she belongs to the house, to the room and the kitchen
    And because of that, she is voiceless.
    ©light_ofthe_heart

  • eden_with_eve 29w

    I am bound to sex.
    Gender, body, beauty.
    Pushed to nudity and named anything else, but myself.
    To be my own is selfish, painted to be hellish, lips shaped to be helpless.
    To hell with this.
    A heart turned horrible, how is it my fault?
    How am I bad for fighting?
    Judged because they made me frightening.
    I learned to harness lightning and burned their brains dumb struck.
    A woman chained stuck to a world out of luck who has learned to call herself Lilith and be proud.
    ©eden_with_eve

  • rhythmic_beats 30w

    Let them live in peace and not live in pieces. The mind and soul will always be ignorant about the rule of gender as they feel freedom out of this boundary.

    Maybe it's difficult for us to accept this kind of change but it's more difficult for them when they have to live with opposite personalities at the same time that too for lifetime!

    PS. Don't know if this really fits for the challenge or not.

    #opposite #societal #stigma #gender #sex
    #transgender #societalissues #freedom
    #cage #prison #boy #girl #life #decisions #poetry
    #rhythmic_beats #wod #mirakee
    Thank you @writersnetwork ♥️

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    Opposite

    Though I have one BODY
    But I'm opposite.
    A boy by SEX
    And a girl by GENDER.
    To whom I should surrender?
    To the hormones; my psychosocial urges?
    Or to the genital organs
    As society would discriminate me
    From a normal human being?

    From childhood I was fascinated by
    My mom's saree, the colours, the patterns,
    The beauty of variety of dresses
    And ornaments.
    I have seen the night sky draping itself
    With many stars of twinkling colours
    And at last wearing the most
    Precious pendant: the moon!
    I have seen the sky wearing
    Clouds as bangles coloured by
    The magical sun.
    I have seen the sky wearing
    Rainbows as earrings.
    No! I'm not allowed to enjoy this
    Because I'm a boy!

    But how I will convince by SOUL
    Who is ignorant and dumb
    About the stigma called gender?
    I forcefully need to prison my soul
    Behind the bars of societal norms
    That your body is the only thing
    Need to be alive and the freedom
    And state of heart and soul is
    Either neglected or murdered
    Just because you are not allowed
    To do different, to be different
    And feel different.

    I love long hairs which
    Flows like a waterfall
    Around which the butterflies
    Sing their lovely poesies.
    Yes I'm strong and soft hearted
    Just like my mom who becomes
    A warrior and a charming queen
    As the fraction of situation changes.

    What do I do when opposite
    In the me have started a deadly war!
    Who will win the battle?
    Who will lose the battle?
    These thoughts triggers myself a lot
    And my neurons itself gives
    Shock treatments every moment
    When I step out of my room
    And have to live like a puppet.

    The intensifying storm started
    Destroying myself and each day
    New bruises sprouted which was
    Deep and dark as the black holes
    Where no one wants to enter,
    Not even me!

    I couldn't tolerate the same poles
    Of magnet as they constantly
    Repel eachother more stronger each time.

    Finally I removed away all heavy toxic
    Polluting thoughts and succeeded to
    Overcome the storm by transforming
    Myself to a girl as per my soul's need.
    Yes now I'm a perfect deaf to the society
    As my soul no more hears their compulsions
    But my silent, alive and playful smiles
    Are now enough to make a roar
    That keeps on echoing the bravery
    And choice of my decision.

    Now I have became that sky
    Who embraces beauty of
    Both day and night
    Without any limits.

    I may seem like swirling cluster
    Of messed particles
    But don't forget one day
    It transforms to planets,
    Galaxies and universe too!

    After all I have to live my life,
    No one can live my life for me,
    No one can feed my soul with
    Their commands as
    Only universe synchronizes
    With my soul and no one has ever
    Dared to alter the algorithm
    Of the universe!
    ©rhythmic_beats

  • hk55555 36w

    Stop Judge Me

    Stop Judge me
    Bloody Hell !
    I am cursing you because you don't stop judge me
    You stop judge me on basis of my metromonial status
    You stop judge me on the basis of my degrees
    You stop judge me that I born to do this
    You stop judge me on the basis of my religion
    You stop judge me on the basis of my dressing
    You stop judge me on the basis of my money
    You stop judge me on the basis of my clothes
    You stop judge me if I don't want to bear a child
    You stop judge me on basis of gender
    You stop judge my decision
    You should stop this
    Bloody Hell !
    Stop Judge me
    Bloody Hell !
    I am cursing you because you don't stop judge me
    ©hk

  • love_installments 37w

    When a MAN is assertive he is a BOSS..!!
    When a WOMEN is assertive she is a BITCH..!!

    ©love_installments

  • shubham_20 38w

    ©shubham_20

  • shubham_20 38w

    Kabhi kabhi main khud confused ho jaata hui ki logoh ki gender kya hai iss douniya main
    ©shubham_20

  • jan_balan 39w

    Food is important part of life. It is not gender decides to cook. It is only the need decides to cook. If you need to survive yourself, serve yourself.

    @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writersbay @love_whispererr #foodconnection #wod #maths #food #botany #physics #zoology #education #gender

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    Food Connection

    You, fly around everywhere,
    Merging and dwelling into world,
    Through windows and doors.
    The algorithm of making You
    Chemistry behind using You
    Physics covered while serving You
    Botany crossing with You
    Stripped Zoology boiling in You

    Damn, You are an education
    Never omitted syllables
    Every human must know You
    Respect, make, taste and adore
    You - My Food.

    ©jan_balan

  • thehealer10 44w

    Wanna Trade?

    You dare talk to me about choice!
    Have you ever had to silence your voice ?
    Do you know what its like to have the fate of a world balance under the weight of your every decision?
    Oh I see, you think your special because of those tummy incisions.

    Queens are born,kings are made
    You sit there on that high throne but what price have you paid?
    What demons have you slain?
    Yeah yeah you went through birthing pain.

    Can you even begin to fathom what it feels like to have to earn your place?
    No of course not, you just cry when your promiscuity leads to disgrace.


    ©thehealer10