Who is a woman, really?
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Is she the one slow pedaled from the Big Bang? Or is she the one responsible for all of mankind’s troubles? Oh, the bite of the forbidden fruit! Is she the one undeserving of even a first chance, killed when only a fetus?
But when gambled on, when given the ‘Right to Life’ (not ‘Live’, remember!), then,
Is she the one who is “behind every successful man?” Is she the stay-at-home mom? Is she the baby-producing device? And is she the one who carries that 7-pound baby, once it’s out, in one arm and a 10-pound grocery bag in another? Is she a size zero or a size 15, yet shamed for both? Is she the one who is referred to as a man’s past, present or future? Is she the one who is named a b*tch if she is empowered? Is she the one who’s quipped ‘unladylike’ when she speaks her mind (she has a mind?!)? Is she the one who is “supposed to” cook a scrumptious meal for her husband after they both return from work? Is she the one who is labelled as a sl*t if she wants to have a lot of sex? Or any amount of sex, for that matter? But then again, is she sexy? Is she ‘desirable?’ Is she the “eye candy” or the “item girl?” Or is she the “victim” of a rape, molestation, abuse, acid attack or other “man-made” cruelties? Is she the one he cheats on? Or is she the one he cheats the other with? Is she the one who ‘cries?’ Is she the one who needs to be saved? But from whom?! Is she the ‘weaker gender’? Is she his privilege?
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Is she just a person made of dreams? Made of love? And force, when required? Is she the mother who wanted to be one? Is she a housewife who is aware of her rights? Is she the one who just kicked off a start-up? Is she the one who topped her class? Is she the astronaut, the fighter pilot, or the poet? Is she the rebel who shaved her head off because it made her feel free? Is she the one who has an autonomy over her body? Her mind? Her spirit? Is she her own knight in shining armor? Is she the one who can look after her parents without having to be “like a son?” Is she is the one who doesn’t ask her daughter to stop behaving like a son? Is she the one who stood at the burning stake proud? Is she the one who wrote a diary about being hated saying “Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart”? Is she the one who preached and practiced love and kindness in a country miles away from home? Is she the one who was under house arrest for 15 years for the cause of her people, before she was voted into power? Is she the one who won 20 Wimbledon titles and went on to defeat a man from her field after he questioned her ability because of her gender? Is she the “people’s princess?” Is she the “Lady with the lamp” or is she the “Iron lady?” Is she the laundry woman’s daughter who went on to become the greatest designer to have ever lived? Is she the chancellor who ensured nobody will be excluded? Is she the writer who sold 400 million copies by making people believe in magic all over again?
Is she just a you and me, seeking to be someone, do something, and become better versions of themselves in a world that is home to them as much as it is home to anybody?
Who is a woman, really? Who are you? You have been given rules; you have been told about the shoes (pretty stilettos or wedges, at most!) you need to fill. And you also have earned a choice, a choice for which millions have toiled, shed their sweat, tears, and blood. A choice to be who you want to be as against who you should be. The choice is yours! And yours alone!
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