HER ATTRIBUTES💫- A POEM


ABOUT ME:
Hi! 
My name is Saumya.
I'm a teenager who finds paper to be very resilient as it never questions my answers.
I write every time I think my emotions have been hurt. 
I started my writing journey at a very young age by writing short fictional stories. But now all those stories are nowhere to be found. For the person I've become today I've no answers to. It has took years of watching women go through their struggle, oppression , hatered , inequality that has grown so much in me today that I'm even ready to give up myself in this battle. I'm made of both fire & ice . Sometimes I burn as fire for the things I go through & sometimes it's the ice that calms me down with the thought that I can do it. I thinks that's enough for now.



ABOUT THE POEM:
I WROTE THIS SHORT POEM A WHILE AGO.
This poem is really close to my heart because I know that everywhere in this world my kind is struggling . Struggling for her rights. I've written this poem putting myself in the frame & letting what all my head wants to speak come out & turned all those sentences into a poem. Why a poem? Because somewhere in my life I believed that PARAGRAPHS CONNECT TO THE THINKING WHEREAS POEMS CONNECT TO THE FEELING. And I believe we're all made of feelings. Feeling is the tool that stops us from many things & indulges us in many things.

MEANING:
•'they' refers to not only men but as well as women who think they are weak & that men are always better & perfect than them. (According to me men make conditions bad but misogynist women make the conditions the worst)
So the poem begins with people questioning her (I) my qualities. Isn't it weird how people have so much interest in knowing our capabilities irrespective of the matter that they aren't gonna provide is employment. Asking a woman her attributes is in itself an absurd question. But someone told me that A QUESTION CAN BE SILLY BUT AN ANSWER CAN'T BE SILLY. So after a moment I replied to them that your attributes won't match mine even if you bet your life because they have lived on this earth for years & still have the audacity to ask her for her attributes.

Moving on I tried to justify how a woman is all the time in a war like condition. Her situations are similar to that of a soldier at the border. Just like a soldier she doesn't know when the war will begin or will the dusk mark the end of the war. Just like a soldier she is uncertain if the dawn will bring end to the war or will mark the commencement of the second war.

It's been so long since civilization took place but still maximum women have not got the freedom they deserved from the moment they were born. Freedom is definitely a birth right but only in books.

Furthermore, I give explanation to them that everyday around millions of women are forced to have a sexual intercourse. They go through so much pain & oppression. The number of rapes keeps on increasing day by day in this world making women's life hell. It's not the victim who are in unmatched pain but the whole kind .

After saying so much about my own kind it's very difficult to keep a smile but I am a woman & I am strong so I try to keep that smile & tell them that it's us who bleed each month. It's us who menstruate each month. It's us who feel the period cramps. It's us who go through mental instabilites. It's us who go through the most devastating phase each month .

Now to make them realise that their question was an absurd & unwanted one I moved on with sarcasm that where exists people like them , her attributes would never be considered worth it. They would never have any measure because they have anticipated that her attributes are a mere thing .

"POEM IS A SUBJECTIVE PIECE OF ART"
EVERYONE HAS A DIFFERENT APPROACH TOWARDS IT.
THIS IS MINE .
IF YOU HAVE ANY ALTERNATIVE THOUGHTS THAT YOU MAKE THROUGH MY PIECE OF ART THEN DO DROP THEM DOWN.
I WOULD LOVE TO READ THEM. <3

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