Who am I?
A mother
A daughter
A sister
A wife
But alas! Still a woman.
My story?
From one home to another
From one world to another
From one master to another
And from one identity to another.
The only thing that never changed with the changing places
Is the fact that I remained a woman
And could never attain the strature and identity
Of a human.
What do I do?
I am free but with pre conditions that I am a woman
I can breathe but with a never ending realization that I am a woman
I can stand but always with support coz I am a woman
I have identity but relational coz apparently I can't exist alone.
I can dream but with a staunch reality that I am a woman.
I am alive but with a constant reminder that I am a woman.
Where do I find happiness?
My masters changed
But not my condition.
My home changed
But not my responsibilities.
My family changed
But not my story.
My identity changed
But not my fate as a woman.
My emancipation?
I am raped when I try using my freedom
I am beaten when I try raising my voice
I am suppressed when I try being equal
I am tortured when I try taking my stand
I am proved that I am a woman every time I try being more than a woman.
Where do I belong?
The place where I stayed for 9 months?
No. A place where my identity as a girl is not yet known.
The place where I was born?
No. A place where I thank God everyday that at least I was born.
The place where I got my life partner?
No. A place where I do not interfere with the life of my partner.
I belong to the place
Which lies exactly before life and after death.
But the question that remains unanswered is
If that is where I belong
Why being born as a woman?
Why being woman?
