Get her to study
Else no one to marry her
With that dusky skin
No married life; maybe a good career
Said my relatives who want the best for me
These are the kind of sick people who we have to call our family.
That’s just silly
A woman can do both
Be perfect as a housewife
And have a kickass career growth
Why is it assumed
That it’s beauty or brains
A woman can have both
And rule the world and slay.
Her skin does not determine
How much love she would get
It’s what is under that skin
That only the right people would appreciate.
A real man would not be intimidated by her
But rather support her and be ‘partners in crime’ forever.
However, with every strength, comes a weakness,
So she got over thinking and thinking beyond endless.
The world knows that and seeds self doubts in us.
It breaks us from inside and puts us on self destruct.
The world wants us weak; wants us suppressed
The idea, that as a brown girl, we are only meant to impress.
Sit properly, dress decently, eat slowly and talk softly
Oh Fuck You, dear society, you sound so very ghastly.
I cuss and I yell
And it may be hard to tell
Whether I am still the “good girl”
Or to the society, a filthy rebel.
But rebels are the ones, who make history
Sometimes as a badass and sometimes as a lady
No wonder to a man, we still remain a mystery
So as one of the many “Indian Girls”
From the one with straight hair to the one with curls
From the one cute as a button to the “sexy bomb”
From the one with sharp angles to the one with the curves
From the one as white as snow to the one as dark as the peaceful night sky
We are all on our own
To succeed and fly high.
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