What I want
Don't put me on a pedestal,
I am not a goddess.
Don't treat me like a doormat,
I'm human too.
My anatomy sure is different,
My voice has a different pitch,
My body has a bond with nature,
Linked by blood, renewed every month.
All these differences,
Need not mark me alien,
I too belong to this species,
Technically, I'm homo sapien too.
Someone gave me a name,
Categorized me woman,
Stripped me of basic rights,
Before slowly returning them again.
Still I have a lot more to regain,
For which I'll have to protest,
Shout in the streets, hold placards,
Named a feminist.
I don't want these titles you give,
All I ask for is most rudimentary,
The treatment I'm entitled to as a human,
It's equality and nothing special.
Some recognition for my merit,
Mutual respect for a fellow being,
Some courtesy every day,
Just enough to breathe free.
I don't want to raise my voice and scream,
My sisters do that often enough,
I don't want to hold a placard and stomp,
I prefer calmer streets, not protests.
I hope you understand,
After all these years of evolution,
All these decades of enlightenment,
After all, this is twenty first century.