If you only knew
How much I am missing you
Will you still leave me?

We were so engulfed in the idea of gray.
The area where everything is safe,
Where no boundaries are crossed,
Where there is nothing definite,
That we forgot to draw the line,
That we forgot black and white,
Where there are decisions we have to make,
Where there are lines we should not cross,
Where there is pain and happiness.
We were so enthralled by the idea of gray
That we lived in a monochromatic world
That we forgot that life offers us a lot of colors
If only we were brave enough to leave the gray.

they laugh at my use of the word 'feminism'
it makes me different, makes me unique.
a woman asking for a voice is like a child asking for a gun.

they cringe at my use of the word 'feminism'
it means i am angry, means i must be gay.
a woman demanding respect is like a beggar asking for more than you're comfortable giving.

i want to feel safe,
i want to be acknowledged,
i want to be valued,
to be seen as a whole person,
not an object of ****** desire-
a mother,
a wife.

i want to go a day without my validity being questioned,
but i am just a girl,
and that's not how things work.