And then She was tired of being 16A Poem by NamrataBelieving that age is just a number.
Huh ! I blew the candles way too fast, all 16 of 'em
To see and to perceive the world around me Borrowing a new light from the candles' flame. Oh no ! I actually had to look down That is where their opinions are placed.. When you grow 16, they want some "things" from you The cup size bigger and the butt ,a bit rounder A promising buxom for the society to feast on, else they call you a cute kid. I tip my hat to the Chauvinist era. Was I born all the way to be a "disposable commodity giving pleasure" ? And here I stand, can't do what people do with degrees otherwise Can't go out on streets alone at night Can't pass a view on "adult discussions" Can't read "mature content" in poetry sections even Can't talk of not yet having planned of marriage, It is okay though that my career could be in unpredictable positions. I am just a girl, that is. I want to be a woman. Lost my fear of stepping into this big world long back So, give me a chance To prove my mettle Don't ask me my age Ask me what makes me special. I abhor numbers And I cease to count the candles on the cake hereafter. Want to be an independent woman Not a "woman of dreams" I am in progress of being a successful woman In her own terms With or without , numbers that is. I know they need to know the "age" at places. I will let them know. Call me an outlaw. © 2014 NamrataAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 1, 2014 Last Updated on July 1, 2014 AuthorNamrataIndiaAboutI am an eccentric young lady in progress of being an independent woman. Writing is not a compulsion, it is my escape. more..Writing
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