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Neha Srivastava Dec 2017
I am my curves
I am also the fire raging through my nerves

Waiting for my shining armour
Sometimes I chose to be the one

Every month I bleed real blood
For you I could be soft as a rose bud

I love my freedom
I could give birth to next generation

I am the words of your poetry
I get paint on your canvas so quietly
I am half of your society
I am worshipped as your diety

So Tell me whats causing this ambiguity
Give me Equality
Cheers to Womanhood

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