She is complex. She is misunderstood.
Memes and popular culture say that she is a mystery that can never be understood.
From teenagehood to motherhood, she is surrounded with such beliefs.
From fathers to boy-friends and to husbands, her ‘mystery’ is left unraveled
She covers up. Physically, but most harmfully, emotionally.
No one can understand her, remember?
‘Don’t put your dirty linens in the open!’, the aged say.
‘You’re not the first’, the peers say.
‘Who cares?’, the young ones say.
There’s no one to listen
No one to unravel
No one who cares to know
No, not one.
Next thing, she’s cutting, partying, hating, cynical… lonely.
Next time, when you see her, take time to understand
Move nearer, her bark is worse than her bite
She isn’t an antique to simply stare at,
Or a leper to be pitied from afar
She definitely is not a possession to be bought.
She is woman. Flaw-ful, but powerful, especially when she is understood.