While I was laying buried my emotions and desires,
They crowned me as SACRED,
As I made all the sacrifices,
And me being the secret behind a successful man.
Try to reduce those sacrifices!
Did I need the crown instead of getting my own identity?
While I was getting shattered from within,
They told me that proficient were always the women,
Instead of spreading a word that it’s not important to be
My necessity to multi-tasking
Was it being justified?
It should have given me a chance not to!
While I was getting thrown in fetters,
They had praised my roles
Instead of praising me as an individual!
Their expectations had aimed at making me strive for an impossible balance.
Let me be me: inadequate and happy!
Every day I break into countless pieces
Pieces, the small lifeless grains
Desert they make somewhere within
It gets heated up the whole day
And makes me helpless at night
That brings floods of my precious pearls
I’m the victim of males’ vantage point!
Yes, the victim I am,
Of stereotypes, of expectations, of idolization,
And of the sacrifices I make.
Let me be sometimes immature, lazy, opinionated, ungroomed, adventurous, erratic, oblivious!
Can you hear me?