Woman

Who am I? Where am I headed?
A woman, a being so dreaded.
'What do you know?', they say,
all your life, till your old and grey.

It doesn't matter if you are strong
Being a woman, you're always wrong
Everyday we hope to win the battle
But we are mostly looked at as cattle

It's not just men who makes these rules,
some women too, follow them, just like fools
Stand against the tide, to ride and die,
Only to have your wings clipped, from soaring too high.

A woman I am, and would always be
Dreaming a dream of being free
Trying to keep a promise I made to myself
That I would one day conquer the world itself

A promise to stand tall
Even with bruises and all
Wearing my scars with pride
And a smile on my face, with every stride.

No one knows what goes on inside
A woman who is cast aside
So beware her wrath
She is a goddess on a path of war.

By Teja Priyadarshini