What if I am characterless!
But still, I am flawless.
I can shop at night,
Bikes and sports cars are still my right.
I talk about periods loud,
In front of all shitty-minded crowd.
You judge my thanks to you,
For this work, but it is still due.
But not depending on any of your thoughts,
Already away from these taunts.

What if I am characterless!
But still, I am flawless.
You call me slut, whore, and a prostitute,
In your mind, this is what it constitutes.
I talk to many boys,
But not to play with their feelings as toys,
Love me, hate me, or judge me is your choice, dear
Playing with me cannot be your peer.

What if I am characterless!
But I am still flawless.
My dreams are more beautiful than my shorts,
Stop ill thinking before you are to routs.
I know how to fly,
High above in the sky.
You call me feminist,
Asking for equal rights, punishing the rapist.
Oh! God at least treat us equal,
But even that is not in your rights- rituals,

So what if I am characterless,
But I am still flawless,
Ready for all pinpoints,
As you have no work other than to disappoint.
I still love myself,
Proud to be in girl bless.
So call me characterless every time,
I am okay with it with a cute smile.

RASHMI KIRAN.
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