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Gowthami Jul 2017
Am I crazy, am I mad,
For wanting to know what’s to come; good or bad?

‘She’s not pretty’, ‘Not really my type’,
Maybe you should stop generalising and close your pipe.

The idea of the ideal woman will not budge,
But then they tell us not to hold a grudge.

According to the government, women are fine; they have their rights,
But behind closed doors, disturbing things happen and innocent ladies have sleepless nights.

Call her obnoxious, call her pretentious,
After all of this, isn’t she just conscious?

Statistics show that males have a higher pay,
Let’s just call it a day.

Am I changing how you view females at all?
Or is this just going to be uncared for feminist writing on the wall?

To be treated the same, that’s our aim,
If people listened, we wouldn’t have to exclaim!

Dear non-feminists, this may seem like a lot of putdowns,
But for tolerating all of the nonsense, we deserve crowns.
Gowthami Jul 2017
So many people, so many cultures,
But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures.

If you think about it, the world is full of segregation.
Why is diversity seen as a mutation?

The animal kingdom hide and run.
Hunted, shot just for fun.

Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown.
They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown.

‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’
Don’t expect us to remain faithful.

Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way.
Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay.

Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows.
That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes.

All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna,
Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?

— The End —