The Woman
The things that you can do
I can do too
I can labor hard
and sweat like you
All your emotions
I can feel too
But where has History brought and dumped me
I find you miles ahead of me.
You and I are not the same
We only complement each other
You cannot be therefore a partaker to multitude of my feelings
I can die alive with your dead body
I can survive the assault of your mass rape
You never had to go through these,
You have no experience of the painful moments of menstruation
You don’t have to brave the risk of protecting your honor
You have no idea of the awfully tedious period of pregnancy
You don’t have to bear the limitless pain of child delivery
Yes I cannot be a mother without you
But I have given you the credit to become a father too.
You don’t understand though that intrinsic experience of motherhood
That is my, only….my experience
Did a woman rape you?
Did a woman put a blemish of dishonor on your being?
Did a woman sell you anywhere?
You are dumbfounded when confronted with these questions
You the ruler of today
Millennia ago
Holding you, the jealous and quarrelsome ape-man
in the embrace of love and coexistence
I had walked you under the roof of my cave
As you today
carry me like a bawling beast hidden within the head gear
amid the pageant of dowry
Therefore, do not be so indifferent,
Don’t be so cruel
and ungrateful,
You don’t understand my oppression
But I do understand yours
Come lets us share our oppressions today
Let us be one in our mindset
We are not the kind that can live without one another
I will hold your hand firmly
You take me to the place where you have reached
There, where I had taken you already,
In the dawn of civilization.
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