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Disfigured and Flawless - Every smile is Beautiful
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#WomensDay
She smiled with quiet determination. The journey was tough but so was her bravery...
Patriarchy rules the world. It's true that feminism is gaining her deserved position in central society but still dark streets, silence yelling corners and drooling fierce eyes murmur songs of patriarchy and male chauvinism. Gratifying monstrosity or candle march are two trophies we are tired of cleaning dust from and piling them in our shelves of so assumed “ HELPLESSNESS”.
My dozing physical strength, and bleeding scars on throat won’t last long enough, my stiffened fists and lifeless toes won’t last long enough, BUT my bruised up skin pores and every inch of soul will yell until we are heard, until are brave smile is captured and complimented, until we are offered gown of chivalry. Every slap of torture is turning every nerve rebellious. I initiated my march towards equality but now I feel my warriors should proceed to occupy the throne because this world is turning unpleasantly awful and aesthetic queens need to clean up their home now. My teammates are matching my steps; either they are sprinting, either they are walking or they are crawling. Their course of sprint or crawl depends upon whether their counterparts are holding their hands or squeezing them.
Incident specific world is turning decade specific for me now and I demand my freedom from Three B’s that chisel and pains the most; They are Blackmails, Betrayals and Black discriminations.
Every detail of the human face can be improvised, faked, disfigured except the SMILE. And this is our weapon to fight.
“ Silence of shivers awaits our festive days” this is the belief my Kingdom Queendom will process on. Slogan I will welcome festive days with is “Ink me red with your brutality or bruise me up with your ferity. This is our metamorphosis to become a butterfly.”
-says Successor of Patriarchy
#WomensDay
She smiled with quiet determination. The journey was tough but so was her bravery...
Patriarchy rules the world. It's true that feminism is gaining her deserved position in central society but still dark streets, silence yelling corners and drooling fierce eyes murmur songs of patriarchy and male chauvinism. Gratifying monstrosity or candle march are two trophies we are tired of cleaning dust from and piling them in our shelves of so assumed “ HELPLESSNESS”.
My dozing physical strength, and bleeding scars on throat won’t last long enough, my stiffened fists and lifeless toes won’t last long enough, BUT my bruised up skin pores and every inch of soul will yell until we are heard, until are brave smile is captured and complimented, until we are offered gown of chivalry. Every slap of torture is turning every nerve rebellious. I initiated my march towards equality but now I feel my warriors should proceed to occupy the throne because this world is turning unpleasantly awful and aesthetic queens need to clean up their home now. My teammates are matching my steps; either they are sprinting, either they are walking or they are crawling. Their course of sprint or crawl depends upon whether their counterparts are holding their hands or squeezing them.
Incident specific world is turning decade specific for me now and I demand my freedom from Three B’s that chisel and pains the most; They are Blackmails, Betrayals and Black discriminations.
Every detail of the human face can be improvised, faked, disfigured except the SMILE. And this is our weapon to fight.
“ Silence of shivers awaits our festive days” this is the belief my Kingdom Queendom will process on. Slogan I will welcome festive days with is “Ink me red with your brutality or bruise me up with your ferity. This is our metamorphosis to become a butterfly.”
-says Successor of Patriarchy
