Vindication En Route

By Kabir Dev MIttra

In the misogynistic society that we reside in,

They can steal my breath,

They can steal my life,

They can dictate me what to do;

But my faith resides in me and my sisters.

One day the era of man will turn to dust.

Patriarchy will turn in his grave.

And women will come out of the shadows to celebrate.

The writers will ink the date to commemorate.

The women will rise and Maya Angelou will smile.

Satan seduced Eve,

Adam ate the apple at his will.

The young females read and wonder;

Why did Eve become a fallen woman?

To voice themselves and to break the shackles of Male Chauvinism, They write but under a guise.

George Eliot and A.M. Branard become famous names.

Centuries pass and more awakened souls are born;

Like their ancestors they also question why women are forlorn? But this time the women are rebels.

They write and they question and they present the voice of The Second Sex. Simon de Beauvoir becomes a revolutionary and needs no guise.

She says even though the sun is set past the horizon, One day, it shall shine bright.

Me and my sisters who made houses a home, A man into a husband,

Will no longer celebrate in our houses,

But will go down the street and dance under the moon.

And so it gradually happened,

My sisters and I broke this thick glass of sexism, And toppled the mindset of masculinity.

As the pillar of the man fell,

From the clutches of nether, women emerged and rose.

Taking every punch in their stride,

My sisters proudly stood hand in hand

With The Pride.

They dismembered patriarchy,

Left no gender and sexual orientation aside.

And so the sun shone bright,

The celebrations resumed,

But this time,

The words of women were printed with their names. The words of women were also celebrated. And the words of women were also commemorated.

By Kabir Dev MIttra