HER-STORY

Photograph of American Tattoo Artist: taken online

That song floating in the air.

As if coming from a parallel Universe.

Eclipsing my consciousness and

Summoning a wide repertoire of emotions,

I am asked to speak of HER-STORY.

Not HIS-STORY, but for once,

HERS….

Those happy moments,

They are gone.

That crippling sadness.

Has disappeared.

The numbness comes and goes.

The rest of the time?

An automaton!

Muted. Ridiculed. Abused.

A woman depicted.

In the world alone.

Silenced by society.

Used and abused by you.

Have you not had enough?

Let her live and be free!

Let her envision life in her terms.

Let her soar like an eagle.

High up in the skies.

Give your progeny a chance.

She is the key to it all.

Don’t you see?

For silencing her,

You silence your mother.

Abusing her,

You abuse your own feminine side.

Integration of your inner polarisations.

Can never happen if you keep her chained.

She is as legitimate as you.

She also breathes oxygen.

She has two eyes.

Just like you.

She hurts when you stone her.

She bleeds when you rape her.

She bears your children.

But you kill the SHE inside.

You have kept killing the girl child.

For generations.

Isn’t she going to carry these wounds?

In her soul?

A life never lived.

Destroyed because she was a SHE.

Left in the dumpster.

Abandoned. Married off as a child.

Rejected as an old woman.

You cheat, you lie.

You malign, you desecrate.

You refuse to give her equal pay.

On grounds she is smaller?

What about the fact that she bore you?

You know you came from a vagina!!

Enough of your abuse.

Enough of your stoning.

Rapes. Assaults. Taunts.

Enough!

She will not stand for it.

She has been the mother,

The lover and the sister.

And the wife,

For too long.

She is ready to shed all those roles.

To be a woman.

A woman before anything.

A woman, an expression of the creative powers,

A woman, engulfing multiple realities,

In her breasts.

A woman she chooses to be.

Above everything else.

Maybe not.

Maybe SHE decides being HUMAN

Is what she wanted all along.

But you have taken that away.

You have taken away being human.

As you have reduced her to legs

And breasts and butt cheeks.

You have perverted the child.

And hyper-sexualised her.

You have fed into the fantasies.

Of the most twisted.

Women- you are scared of.

You want a girl.

To manipulate, use and abuse.

Women- you avoid.

As you fear intimacy.

You want nothing but perverted images.

On hoardings. In newspapers.

While you pretend to be busy.

You are as hollow as the life you live.

Flying high, destroying the Earth.

You don’t know how much you are harming yourself.

You are a product of toxic masculinity.

And you have reduced so many to being your enablers.

You have derided and ridiculed free women.

Women who are intelligent and sexual scare you.

You’d rather ignore the facts,

Of course she is a sexual being.

Of course she has desires and fantasies.

Of course she does.

For she is a woman.

A human being first yes.

But then a woman.

Before she dons any other role.

She now knows.

She is a woman.

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