I love the colour blue because it reminds me of the sky;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama says don\\’t play with boys I wonder why?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dolls or dolling up doesn\\’t interest me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I love playing in the rain wild and free.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cropped hair does not a rebel make,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can\\’t change my skin colour for your sake..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flaunting my gym-toned body does not make me vain;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bitching about me, I wonder what you gain?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If I choose to wear a saree for work,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why do you welcome me with a smirk?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or for that matter if I choose a short skirt,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why do you assume I must be a flirt??<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wonder if ever in your books, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shall be spared a verdict based on my looks…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or coming to my cooking skills; <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without which I can\\’t survive the kitchen Mills..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My Rotis may not be flat and round,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why does that make you question my background?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If I get hitched, I become someone\\’s wife, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why make me butt of jokes in every strife?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Homemaker or a working mom,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why does this choice, rake up a storm?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Either way I don\\’t have it easy,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So why debate and make me queasy?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I choose to have a child or not,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Doesn\\’t\u200b mean your advice is always sought…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I may work like a horse to make a lot of money,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But why do you feel I ignore my Sonny?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You may not see the ten hands that I possess,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or my hard work in all the lady-like finesse…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why complain when I use my free will,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or expect me to always fit the bill….<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Choices I make or risks that I take,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can always stand up to them, for God\\’s sake!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am a girl, a woman; not a toy you bought,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So do me a favour, judge me not…..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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