She, died giving birth,
She, got raped last night,
She, questioned her salary,
And she, set her washing machine speed right.
She, quit her job,
She, mopped the floor,
She, did the dishes,
And she, folded her hands to pray.
She, looked out of her window at the rising sun,
She, poured coffee in her mug,
She, picked the newspaper to read,
And she, put on her lipstick for the world.
She, packed tiffins for her clients,
She, did the same for her kids,
She, brushed her daughter’s hair,
And she, checked the market shares.
She, picked up new dance moves,
She, practiced a new scene,
She, set her sails right,
And she, checked her car gears for the night.
She, crawled in bed next to her lover,
She, put the book aside, pulled her cover,
She, anticipated the money that he would give her,
And she, closed her eyes to let her body feel.
She, knew she could make her choices,
She, didn’t know she had a choice,
She, knew there were laws that would protect her,
And she, didn’t even know she had a voice.
She, ran independently; as though the world was her play ground,
She, walked watching her footsteps; as though she was being carefully watched.
She, was fearless in her heart,
She, was timid in her soul,
She, was the woman, she, perhaps never wanted to be,
While she, was in all the women, she had ever known.